I am an early riser, not by choice. Thirty years of getting up at four-thirty as a nurse has reset my internal clock so Most often, I still wake the roosters. I’d be happy to roll over and doze a while, but once my eyelids flap up like cheap window shades, sleep has fled.
On a recent visit to relatives, I found myself watching an autumn sunrise as I dawdled over a cup of coffee. No one else moved. As light peeked through the trees, one cup of coffee stretched to two and I heard the first of the birds getting about making their living. I happened to notice my reflection in the window and took a photo to capture the quiet
moment. Just as the sun broke through the trees, I heard gunfire from the woods behind the house. The peace of the morning shattered for me and the deer. I hope that one got away to enjoy the peace another fall morning.
I’ve been searching for words the past few days, my mind has been so disturbed by the recent societal violence between the police force and African-American men. The only answer is to respect each other. The killing must stop. Each of us must reach out to someone. Hopefully, the message will get across that we all need the same thing. At lunch today, two black men sat at the next table. We didn’t talk or interact in any way. When I paid my ticket, I paid their ticket as well. I left a note on their table asking them to work for brotherhood and healing. It’s one little step. Let there be brotherhood and healing.
The crashing of the waves is the only thing that quiets my mind as I am immersed in the sound, the power, and the eternal energy of pounding surf. Every wave that washes in empties me until I am completely at peace.
In the face of the brutality black people are facing from police today, I am moved to wonder what I can do. I can speak up saying this is wrong. I can vote responsibly. I can speak up when I hear racial slurs. I can also speak up against irresponsible, destructive behavior. Looting perpetuates violence against blacks. Everybody has to step up to do their part to straighten this mess out. I salute the mother who pulled her son out of the looting and off the street. I know many people will be critical of her for hitting her son, but she reacted in fear of losing her son to violence. The two of them have the rest of their lives to come to terms with what they both did that day. We should all support people who are trying to do the right thing. Please join hands to build a community for everyone. All children need education, food, and opportunity. Don’t deny children and perpetuate this craziness. Opportunities should be universal, not a privilege! Give us unity and peace.