It is a regular morning here in Lloyd, almost afternoon and I am hanging laundry on the line and the cat is napping on the newspaper and when I saw the flag at half-mast at the post office, it took me a moment to remember why and a young white guy was strolling up and back and up and back beside the parking lot and I have no idea why and my hackles rose a tiny bit but I do not think he was a terrorist.
I tried to watch the President's speech last night and I think he is trying to do the right thing but when is the day going to come when someone says, "Bloodshed only leads to bloodshed and we shall have that no more"?
Well, never anyone with the power to change things. We stubbornly insist on doing it the way we have always done it.
Even the Bible called for it. "And they shall beat their swords into plowshares," and no, it hasn't happened yet.
We are a violent species and we pick our tribes and we defend our borders, our rights, our religions, our beliefs, our everything we feel we must defend with bloody intent.
Over and over again.
Meanwhile, forgetting entirely that we are ultimately one tribe and we have one home which is sorely in need of defense and protection and nurturing and caring and action and love and that all of our children are all of our children and borders are made-up things and flags are made-up things but rivers and oceans and fields and forests and the air we breathe and babies are real.
That's all I have to say right now.