We walk blindly each day in our blessed lives finding ways to hate each other. How I wish I could share the sights I have seen and conversations I have had. Those who hate do not need a gun to kill. Have you seen an African village removed from the Earth over night by hands swinging machetes? A body passed through a woodchipper over a political disagreement? A homosexual man thrown from a roof because of who he is? A head removed from a body due to religious beliefs?
The first murder was committed with a rock. It is not weapons we need to eliminate. It is hate. Sadly this will never be. All we can do is live our own lives exuding love, forgiveness, hope. In the end all you can change, is you.
I drove away from the ocean today. Left the sand and salty air. Went inland to farm country. I was greeted by the smell of upturn peanuts ready to dry. Cotton fields in full bloom. Warm sun and dusty roads. Hay bails rolled and round or stacked and squared. Dairy cows, beef cows, goats and horses. Each mile bringing back a memory. What a beautiful thing memories are.
When my heart was full I turned around. Headed east. Content with leaving the past where it needs to be. Fields turned to marsh. The breeze became stronger. Birds filled the air. The Sun seemed brighter, happier. Dunes became beach and beach became the Atlantic. Kicking off my flip flops I let the wet sand seep through my toes. I sat and watched the waves taking in their vastness.
This is my present. A content one. A peaceful one. It is not my ending. However, I think there is no more perfect place to drop anchor and stay awhile.