Living in interesting times…

This election process has been unprecedented.  The most negative part of it has been the surging divisiveness which reached almost epidemic proportions during this race for the presidency.

It’s over for some who feel the unthinkable has happened.  It’s just beginning for others, represented by the sweeping of red across the political map of our country.  Fear of the unknown can be paralyzing but we must all agree on the importance of much-needed change in our government on so many levels. 

As would be expected, social media is awash with comments from both sides and the projections of “no second term”, “no pity party” would have been directed at whichever candidate won this election.  The deluge of debate will continue long past this and many days ahead. 

It won’t be easy, just has it hasn’t been for the current leader of the free world.  We live in treacherous times.  While this election may be about the performance and policies of our government, truly, it is about each of us, our lives, our families and the future of all who follow behind. 

From the beginning, this campaign was about voting for the lesser of two evils, plain and simple.  The people of our great country have made that choice and there are no further options other than for everyone to move forward beyond the anger and disillusionment…and pray.



Our government… teaches the whole people by its example. If the government becomes the lawbreaker, it breeds contempt for law; it invites every man to become a law unto himself; it invites anarchy. ~Louis Brandeis



Fifteen years….


Tragic events which leave deep emotional scars on those left behind tend to soften as time passes.  But not always.  Not even after fifteen years when, on that beautiful September morning, each of our lives was severely impacted by the willful, destructive ideology of radical extremists.


As I sat and watched the yearly 9/11/01 ceremony in New York City, it seemed to hit harder than in previous years.  It was almost as if it had just taken place for the first time.  The incredible pain of watching innocent lives disappearing as two majestic icons collapsed into clouds of smoke and twisted metal was…overwhelming. 


My personal reaction might have been due to recently spending time at both the Freedom Tower and 9/11 Museum with my family.  The footprint of the North Tower had us walking on what I deemed sacred ground; there was a sense that many who had perished were watching over each visitor, perhaps looking for a familiar loved one, waiting to send some spiritual comfort to those left behind.


Today, I again watched, and listened, as names were read by family members.  Their tears gently fell as they spoke about the losses they suffered, each vowing to never forget.  Brave families, with such unimaginable voids in their lives, who took time to share sweet stories and express their love as they looked to the heavens.


Fifteen years have passed; many more will follow.  Ceremonies and observances will continue.   One day, the 9/11/01 tragedy will become a chapter in history for generations that follow.  That is, until those generations walk on hallowed ground and learn…to never forget.


Princely colors…

Like most of us, I’ve grown weary of constant political diatribes and other nonsense on the news of late.  This morning, I tapped through the selection of favorite channels on the screen of my car radio, trying to find some songful distraction until I gave up and started listening to the music on my iPhone.   One of the first songs that came blaring through the speakers (yes, I like my music loud) was Little Red Corvette, by Prince, and the tune was perfect for cruising along the parkway on a sunny Spring morning.   The song finished and I scrolled through the next few songs to Raspberry Beret, thinking to myself about how several of Prince’s songs were wrapped in color.   Oddly enough, after just a few more selections, When Doves Cry came on as I rolled into work, the opening rhythm made me want to dance in my seat so I decided to sit in the parking lot until the song ended, rocking along with Prince’s lyrics.


The usual pile of paperwork was waiting on my desk and I logged onto Facebook to look into the social media window on my world.  Suddenly, a friend posted “Is it true?! Prince?” and I sat, just staring at the screen for a few moments until a few news bulletin alerts started popping-up, stating that this music legend had died.    Sadly, it was all very true and all I could think was that doves were truly crying over his passing.


The first months of this year brought the  loss of David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Patty Duke and more.   Extraordinary people, each who shared their passion and graced us by leaving their talented mark in our lives through their artistry.  And yes, I know, this is all part of life’s cycle as we each face our inevitable mortality.  I was reminded of this in the lyrics from Let’s Go Crazy.….

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life

We’re all excited
But we don’t know why
Maybe it’s ’cause
We’re all gonna die

And when we do 
What’s it all for 
You better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door

A comment on the web caught my eye…..“Driving that Little Red Corvette off into the sunset wearing a Raspberry Beret to keep the Purple Rain away.”  

You definitely colored our world with your music, Prince Rogers Nelson.  Two thousand zero zero never turned out to be the Armageddon we feared but we’ll party like it’s 1999 for as long as we can hear the music playing.

 Thank you!



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