It has been too long since I’ve written – but if you knew how often I think about you and Jilly, you would feel overwhelmed with warmth, friendship and arguably quiet smiles. You are so loved.
Your pictures have filled me with delight (and is there any way I can make copies of some of them – seriously – I want them in my new house) and comfort and hope. Even when hope sometimes seems too ephemeral to hold.
This is going to be a bit political, perhaps more than a bit. I ask that people refrain from posting ‘hate’ rebuttals. At the risk of sounding harsh – you are entitled to your opinion as much as I’m entitled to mine. But this is my blog, so perhaps you can begin your own if you want.
Audrey Niffenegger wrote – “There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”
I don’t understand what is happening in our world. I don’t understand why we don’t hold our children in the highest esteem – so that we raise them in a world that doesn’t feel like it’s one breath away from self-implosion. I can’t wrap my head around vitriol, hate, rage that foments more rage, violence that – like a cattle prod – propels people to consider more violence. Yes, this is about Orlando. Yes, this is about insincere apologies (if they are offered at all) and veiled intimations that extremism is the best answer to extremism. What can I say? I’m an aging woman who marched after Kent State and was hit with lead pipes for doing so, who wore a necklace for too many years with the expression “war is not healthy for children and other living things”. And yes, it turned my neck a hideous shade of green.
I wasn’t going to write about this today. I was going to tell you a funny story about my new temporary neighborhood. It can wait.
There is no comfortable way to end this – other than by sending love to you and your family. To insist that I will just try greater kindness, find opportunities for compassion and work like crazy to make sure that my walk and my talk are in sync. There really is only one page left – and we are writing it with our words and deeds. I write to you because I write with the deepest, most loving conviction. We have to stop killing each other. We have to stop jumping from individual perceptions to massive generalizations. One person at a time, one heart at a time, arms wide open. So, with head bowed and heart hopeful and saddened, I send much love, Mimi