Of Chalkboards and Killing Fields

such senseless madness taking me back to a time when Lobo had just started school...the panic I had when the towers fell in NYC and how lost I was getting inundated with phone calls from all her friends' parents, as I was the only stay-at-home mom at the time. The fear that gripped...

...mobe's heart is weary as there really is no sense to be made of mindless killing of youths. These weren't just youths that had grown to almost adulthood and become a menace to their community with their self-indignant ideals and entitlements. These were babes. Some as young as five and some not even old enough to have experienced their first trite act of disobedience and rebellion. This hurts us.

...it hurts us as a community, as a country, and for the most part the politicking hounds on both sides have already tried to utilize this tragedy as a means to promote their views on gun ownership. I want to tell those asshats that today ISN'T the day to listen to this...there are pros and cons to both sides.

Today 27+ families were robbed of a happy Christmas. If the poverty and financial mess in this country could have given them one. I lost a grandfather on December 23th some almost 20 yrs ago and it never goes away. When the holidays roll around I still feel that sting. Seeing the President choke up and well up made me feel good. I know he has had loss and pain and that he is mortal in his coil and that he is compassionate. Yes, I was beginning to wonder at times because this man has the weight of the world on his shoulders. He is the first black president and comes from a mixed religious/bi-racial background that our forefathers would have been proud of considering most of them fled their homelands due to religious disagreements in their territories.

Maybe we can use this day and this time to reflect on what we have to be thankful for. Why must we only be thankful one day a year? My stomach is sour with my own worries and troubles and those of people I care a great deal about. And now, my heart goes out to strangers over a thousand miles away and healing prayers sent to them in that they make it through this tragedy and come out the lighted side in their lives. I envy their capability to step into the sun and I silently rejoice and watch from my metaphorical alcove as they do...love one another. Protect one another and give what you have because "our gods are not unjust, it is man who is unjust..." (Les Miserables...V. Hugo.)~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves