Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures

Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures

What Can You Do to Stop Gun Violence?

Pay attention to what the Brady Bill people are doing on June 21:

ASK the question.  Share with your neighbors, family and school.  And then,

ask the question and DO something about the answer.

 

Mass Shootings

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Seattle Pacific University

When the sirens went off we were always startled,
we wee ones,  just first, second and third graders  in
our wing of the old school (it was old even then, decades ago).
I knew I didn’t fully grasp the nature of what we called a drill.
The only context for air raid exercises was the can of insecticide
my parents kept under the kitchen sink.  Raid.  
Raid – sprayed in the air and I could watch the bugs fall.
Twitch.  Argue.  Flail toward something other than their end.
And then, they were dead.
This is what I related to air raid drills.
In such a event, I felt  silly going on a table or lining the
puke green oil painted walls, dirty brown molding and olive
green lockers with our backs.  How would our arms locked
over our bent heads protect us from inhaling that dreadful spray?
It seemed futile, to me then and ever so much more now.
What protects a child from an air raid?
Perhaps parents weep as they ask the same question
about the campus shooting in Seattle. Today. Minutes ago.
Like my childhood,  these students have drills. Their drills
address a more modern menace than an “A” bomb.  Random,
angry gun propelled violence.  There are drills that keep those
students more calm than they might otherwise have been – but
it is only the unique heroism of a few individuals that saved
lives today.  No hiding under a table or putting one’s arms
over their bent head could have shielded them from the raid
of this bullet on their life.  Only quick thinking bravery stayed
the trigger finger of today’s assassin.  I would like less of them,
lass  assassins, less angry gun news and more heroes.  Alive.
Alive heroes able to save cats from trees, dogs from wells, and
not to worry about their fellow students and having to protect
their lives.   I confess this wish comes to my lips as a whimper.
I will be angry about the extraordinary availability of guns tomorrow.
Today I’m weeping for the losses at Seattle Pacific University.

Listen To Music In Between Times

There are times that are neither THERE, yet, Or HERE,  quite.  They are the

in between things that feel a little unsettling.

Without prayer, there are hymns. Minus promise, there is melody. Without enthusiasm, the march moves feet forward. In loss, tunes gentle the tears. No teachers, yet music instructs with each note. mary anne radmacher

The in between times are significant. These quiet times, sometimes accidentally, determine your next direction. Watch! mar

Ideas, issues and items of great importance can sneak up behind you on a “Not doing much of anything” kind of day.  Be aware. Be welcoming. Be willing.

 

 

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