Up with the dawn
John took the 6am bus to work this morning, so I am up early, enjoying the quiet of a new dawn with a cup of strong coffee and a Special K bar (vanilla crisp, very yummy) before I dig into more page proof review on HEART OF THE DOVE.
I should know better than to click on CNN and risk ruining the peace of a new day, but old habits die hard and I just read that the London police have ID'd the four bombers from last week's horrific attacks. They're kids--one 18, two in their 20s, and a 30 year old. They're also all dead, by their own design, which I confess does not make me the least bit sad or sympathetic. I just don't know what is wrong with people that they would be driven to kill and maim, particularly in the name of God. But it's been going on for thousands of years, so I don't expect it to change anytime soon. I am not a religious person (I'm swayed more by "proof" than "faith" I guess you could say), but any God that would encourage the harm of others in his name is no God I'd ever worship, no matter what brand of religion is being sold.
And while idiots like the London four are throwing their lives away in senseless terror acts around the world, John's daughter is back in the hospital, coping with another setback in her post-transplant recovery. Day before yesterday she was admitted, then transferred to ICU for tests and treatment of some type of internal organ distress. We're not sure what the diagnosis will be this time, but she's been stabilized and hopefully will be feeling better soon.
It's her I'm thinking of as the morning sun glances off the trees in the backyard, warming a clear blue sky above. I can smell the crisp brine from the Piscataqua River in the distance, and a white gull sails overhead, enjoying a view of the coast that I can only sit on the deck and imagine. Life is good. What a shame to take any second of it for granted.
I should know better than to click on CNN and risk ruining the peace of a new day, but old habits die hard and I just read that the London police have ID'd the four bombers from last week's horrific attacks. They're kids--one 18, two in their 20s, and a 30 year old. They're also all dead, by their own design, which I confess does not make me the least bit sad or sympathetic. I just don't know what is wrong with people that they would be driven to kill and maim, particularly in the name of God. But it's been going on for thousands of years, so I don't expect it to change anytime soon. I am not a religious person (I'm swayed more by "proof" than "faith" I guess you could say), but any God that would encourage the harm of others in his name is no God I'd ever worship, no matter what brand of religion is being sold.
And while idiots like the London four are throwing their lives away in senseless terror acts around the world, John's daughter is back in the hospital, coping with another setback in her post-transplant recovery. Day before yesterday she was admitted, then transferred to ICU for tests and treatment of some type of internal organ distress. We're not sure what the diagnosis will be this time, but she's been stabilized and hopefully will be feeling better soon.
It's her I'm thinking of as the morning sun glances off the trees in the backyard, warming a clear blue sky above. I can smell the crisp brine from the Piscataqua River in the distance, and a white gull sails overhead, enjoying a view of the coast that I can only sit on the deck and imagine. Life is good. What a shame to take any second of it for granted.
posted by --TSJ at 6:41 AM
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