Endings and
Beginnings. There’s a lot of that as the
country mourns the Orlando dead and injured.
As the families mourn. I finish
hanging the art from deep in the garage as they identify the last of the
dead. I start working with colors for
the bottom edge of the Crow Quilt, and discover that I can’t think color at
all. Families talk about their losses to
the media, and I mourn with them.
We live in a time of
escalating horror. Trump jumps on the
bandwagon. I ignore him, and return to
working on my Khaki centered quilt.
Granddaughter Sahara calls, and numbed I can only hope my voice shows
true enthusiasm as she tells me of her world.
Such a beautiful voice. I am
greatly cheered.
Everywhere I turn there is
horror. I try hard to look among my
photos for a peaceful image. Something quiet
to share with you….with me too.
I think you did find that peaceful image. Sorry about the state of things and about the lack of political will to change.
ReplyDeleteThis reads like poetry. Bless you, my friend.
ReplyDeleteTone poem, I think. HUGS!
ReplyDeleteYou have expressed how many feel over this latest horror. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThe events of late have us all a "little dingy".
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to fathom what would cause a person to kill and harm this many people. Our world is nothing like it used to be. Will it ever return to normalcy?
ReplyDeleteI mourn with you. Yesterday we had our own tragedy; just one young woman MP but such a loss for us all.
ReplyDeleteEvery time I think of Trump and the people who plan to vote for him, I get scared for our country.
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