the other day, my blogger friend, shrewed up, felt for me and my current position in life, sent me an internet hug. even though she’s two time zones away in a totally different country, the hug still felt comforting. it also reminded me that i had fallen out of the practice of giving and receiving hugs. i committed to redouble my efforts.
what is all say when
seemingly family goes
astray great sadness
i wrote this in a previous cycle of depression. it is an exercise to create a symbol of depression and its conquest. i thought that it would be a good thing to look at again and to add it to my blog.
once upon a time there was a young man. like many other people of his time, he went on with his life seemingly making ends meet in winning the constant struggle between good and evil, managing to maintain a balance.
I got a phone call this morning. i think i feel a little like anxious mom when recently she found out about the passing of her biological mother that she never knew. I felt and feel sadness when I heard my brother has lost his battle with cancer yet the feelings are definitely tempered considering the years of disconnect between him and I.
I live not far from marysville-pillchuck. you may be racking your brain, why does that name sound familiar? about a year ago, a teenager took his own live after taking the lives of 5 of his friends. he wanted his friends to go with him.
that’s not the insanity. this is. take a look at the dots.
i imagine i’m a pretty normal person in society. i am outraged as yet another school shooting blares from the headlines. they scream for my attention, but they soon fade. i find it sad that of the ten dots, I only truly remember the last one. i, like many members of society have had our senses dulled by the all too common events.
sometimes insanity gets defined as doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. seeing these school shootings as a body of work points to the insanity. roughly a monthly bases, for the last year there has been yet another school shooting. insanity. when are we going to recognize that what we are doing just isn’t working?