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.
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.
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