I have not been able to write all week – busy at work, although that is not the real reason. My mind has been filled with despair, compassion, heartbreak, love, a myriad of emotions. I don’t really need to spell out the reasons, do I?
Things have rocked our world this week – explosions man-made and explosions chemical-based. Both types cost lives: lives of the innocent; lives of the guilty; lives of first reponders. Both types cost innocence: what do you tell your children when so much chaos and blood and fire and screams flash across your television and computer screens? How do you replace that innocence?
So, I find last week’s Trifecta challenge timely in retrospect and what I posted for the challenge meaningful (at least to me):
Mama, mama, I had a dream!
Tell me, child.
When I’m grown I’m going to tell how beautiful we can be if we only love one another.
That is a wonderful dream, son.
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The comments from that post were interesting – people liked the innocence-sweetness of the child. Everyone missed the reference to the Doctor and his I have a dream speech. But, even that aside . . . wouldn’t we all like to reactivate that child-like simplicity? That dream of how beautiful we can be . . . if we only love one another?
I know that dream is what allows me to sleep.
Maybe it will allow me to begin again to create – to write. Until that time, I bid you good-night and sweet dreams and peace.
