I am trying to think if this is meditation. On our balcony listening to silence and birds singing with a few cars going by. Listening and noticing my surroundings. Shannon is in the living room watching Beauty and the Beast for the umpteenth time. Joanne Worley plays a talking chest of drawers, wondering what ever happened to her.
Was moved last night by Corey Booker, the hopeful warrior. We need hopeful leaders like Corey and because of his statements, I am getting closer to understanding black man's rage, not there but closer. He describes his reality. He cannot walk down the street in the dark even though he is a US Senator and a Rhodes scholar for fear of being accosted by law enforcement for being in an inappropriate place in the evening. I have permission to walk down any street regardless of the hour without fear of the same treatment. This is my grandson Elijah. I love him and all my grandchildren with all my heart and would lay down my life for any of them. He is10 now and some day will be a smart assed teenager with a smart mouth. I am concerned for his future because of the color of his skin. I don't want him harmed in any way by police or racists or anyone else for that matter.
The Senator's rage comes off his verbal battle with Rand Paul on the Senate floor over anti-lynching legislation. Mr. Paul's was the sole dissenting vote that held up the passing of the bill. Due to the prior discussion, his voice trembles as it shakes telling of his life's stories. He would have made a good president. He ran out of money to run his campaign effectively. Truly a smart, articulate man, the Senate needs him.
Corey was on Stephen Colbert's show a few days prior along with Brian Wilson singing "God only knows". His voice was poignant and telling of all he's been through. My heart breaks a little for him. His was the music of my youth and what we 16 year olds in 1966 hoped our future would be, California girls, blond hair and the ocean.
This morning Shannon woke me up at 4am all distraught and crying but ok after her movies were turned on. Toy Story, the Lion King, and of course B and the B. I know all the songs, dialogues and characters, could probably be in the stage play myself playing all the parts. She is chatty as ever telling me the many ideas she has repeated many times before.
Friend Considine and I have been discussing events of the day over coffee in the mornings. For instance, one black family moves next door and everyone is welcoming, no threat. "I can play nice and adhere to my supposed liberal and accepting views". Joined by others, the for sale signs go up. Wrap your head around that. Interactions decrease. us and them attitudes emerge. All this side taking has to stop!
Had a wonderful visit with son Jon and wife Kelly at their home in Highland. My grandsons Paxton and Everett are a complete delight. Both were painting rocks with their mother's direction and thought it would be a better idea to paint each other. Everett's legs were covered in red paint and it looked like wounds. I had to keep taking a double take. Paxton is now riding his peddle bike with proficiency. Their little smiles brightened our day. These are careful but relaxed parents delighted in their children.
all for now
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