I return home to the wonderful gift of photos of Riverside, and the statue and memorial to Gandhi. Look back four postings and you can see them too. It helps ease the pain.
I struggle to understand how the Bush administration thought they wouldn't be exposed with all their lies and what they thought they would gain. What has been gained from the invasion of Iraq other than the loss of so many lives and the pain of those who return with all the trauma to process, and the pain of those who are still there, and the pain of those who are here. I struggle to understand.
I did all my favorite things today, went up and over the mountain, had breakfast at the Parkside, found sand dollars at Stinson Beach and saw four jellyfish brought in by the high tide. I drove to Point Reyes and went to the book store, the Bovine Bakery, and Toby's Feed Store, for exquisite organic blood oranges, and came back over the Bolinas Ridge Road. I looked for Ewoks, and stopped at Mitchell's place to see the views. Two hang gliders were out lifting on thermals even though it was very, very cold. Drops sprinkled on my way home.
It is funny how I did all that and the photos are what ease my mood. I have felt like crying all day. I am in communication with the mother of Mitchell and I feel her pain. I cannot imagine the loss of a son, of a child. I want to tell her the pain will ease, but in my experience, it doesn't ease. We just expand around it to hold both pain and sorrow and joy. That is my request for today, that I expand a little more to absorb the world's pain.