Important, notice the riches of your life

I am a designer. Spending my days designing usable pretty sites and thos e obnoxious banners you close on random pages across the net. But today with the more and more tragedy extolling the cost of birth and belief I grow political activist.
My high tec mac at work has an RSS feed to various news stories and lunch is a time where I sit eagerly reading the news of the world outside my window while eating lunch and the concerns of my feeble life pale. Today there is new of yet more violence in the Israeli – Lebanese conflict. Two large families doing there best to live in the face of exploding bombs and military forces are almost entirely obliterated. I read the stories and my heart begins to weep in response. I too have a large extended family who in times of crisis have huddled near, finding comfort and a strength beyond this world. How I rock and the tears fall, yes even at my desk as I imagine us sharing that dank place and the terror of a blackened night with crushing mortality all around us. And how can I sit here? How can I complain about what I don’t have? And what can I do?
I’m not sure of the answer to these questions, and that scares me almost as much. Sitting here I can merely share the words in my head with people who may read. Perhaps we will remember a personal devistation that somehow

…interruption…
It is my mother. She has let herself into my messy house and noticing the new beds in my daughter’s room comments on how cute and how nice they are. I am a little embarrassed thinking of the riches I do have. We say goodbye with I love you and we’ll talk later…

Now again I ponder the statement above and wonder what I am searching for, perhaps it is just gratitude now for the things, and the faces that fill my life with joy. And I promise anew to make sure that all of the amazing people I call family and friend know how much I love respect and appreciate them. And now lunch is over I return to mundane, but my heart carries a prayer for new angels, and a wish for peace.

She is found

It’s another sad day in Utah, where a 5 year old girl has been missing for just over a week. There have been Amber alerts and search teams, but last night they found her less than 200 feet from her own home dead.

The police had been there, asked the occupant if he had seen her, talked with him as they did with many other neighbors and no one knew. But what happened? What caused this guy, who doesn’t appear to be a registered sex offender to snap? Was his judgment impared? Was she harmed (in a sexual way) before death?

Now there are accusations that the police should have checked him out sooner, that they could have saved her, but it’s early and who can say. Today’s report on KSL implies that he confessed, that she showed up at his house and he simply covered her mouth and she went limp. Implying it was accidental. If that’s the case, than no amount of searching would have saved Destiny. It just would have brought her home sooner. But there have been dogs searching for her, and they never turned to his house, never “caught the scent” so who knows. I am so sorry, for the family and this little girl who’s life was cut short far to soon.

What is it in people that makes them do something as vile as hurting a child, killing a child. And what makes them any different from anyone else who kills, isn’t everyone someone’s child. I was recently talking with my boyfriend about children and it hit me that you’re babies may grow older and taller, but for all their life and all of yours, they are still your babies.

To Begin

This is the first day I begin to record the random musings that are usually floating in the space between my ears. I don't apologize for inconsistency, spelling or grammer errors, incoherent mutterings, or any laps in time. All I can say is that each post will be made by me, in my time, in my way and is open to your own interpretation. As that's what this is, just my interpretation of what I see and how I feel.