I really don’t have any good words about yesterday. It was a day of being tired about everything crazy, everything gone wrong. It was a day when some raged and there was no comfort to offer but presence… but presence is something…
It was a day when self righteousness reared its head and it has no place.
It was a day when some people thought they could tell us we didn’t belong in this land of our birth because we thought differently than they did.
It was a day when all the people who were not touched, not wounded by bullets, not killed by them howled in outrage and hate. And others just wept and wept and wept. Some for the way it is. Some of us for what must be done, what we haven’t done…
It was a day of too little Peace. We must make this, and all the ones that follow, days of great Peace. It’s on us. Peace, let us become Peace.
I’m very excited though to be taking Rosario to NYC to Peace Camp today. That gives me hope!
And remember, I love you. Peace be with us all. Peace be us all.