It is a beautiful day here in Santa Barbara.The mountains stand majesticly framed by a bright blue cloudless sky. La Cumbre Peak is my focus and comforts me. I am home.
I have looked at these mountains for years. A day dreamer in my youth and throughout my 50 years... with lots to process and understand when I didn't have the emotional ability to on my own and even when I did.These mountains have been through family divorces, remarriages, new homes, new schools, new friends, anorexia, health, college, new jobs, babies, and much, much more and much much less. They were there and are there.
I looked to them this morning in this new reality we have. They haven't changed. The world has. Or maybe it hasn't. Pandora's box has opened, and the reality is that no matter what anyone tries to say or give reason for... the simmering hatred and hostility of the white Anglo has opened.
So, I look to the mountains as I open my soul and pray for our country like I have never prayed before.
Well said Jana, I can't oven look or read the daily paper anymore. I feel that our country is on the brink of explosion. The responsibility begins and ends with the leadership in the White House, which I personally feel is lacking and I hope and pray that America will wake up and vote in another President and leadership in the Congress.
ReplyDeleteI didn't live through the hate of WW11, but my parents and many others went to war to support freedom and liberty in our country. Then rebuild the best country we have, ushered in the baby boomers, I am one of them. The violence started with the Kennedy Assassination, and has grown from there. When does it end.