So today this country girl went to the city, and let me tell you, I wasn't too happy about it. First of all, I'm not a big fan of concrete. Second of all, like my hairdresser will tell you, the injustices of the world drive me crazy. I only listen to the radio when I am in the car, WITHOUT children. And that isn't often. So we're talking maybe once a week. And I hear all this mumbo crap from every talk channel and my brain starts to fry and then I start thinking about Jesus and the manger and Eve and when things were simpler, easier, caring-er. I watch the cars go by and my memories flash through my mind like pea soup on a rainy day in Albania. And I think why was I born in Nashville, and why did all those people die in Haiti and what the heck can I do about it here? It's not happening here, right? Right. Or not so right. Not sure which. A mixture of heartache and callousedness. Is this an HBO special? Do I get to turn this off now? Is this suitable for children? Aren't I a child?
This is a blog. So I get to say anything I darn well please. Which is the whole point right? Well let me tell you. I don't like going to the city. I want to stay home and be a farm wife I guess. A farm wife and pretend I live on the prarie in 1850 except I don't.
I don't.
The little girl inside me does though. And she's having a blast. She likes it. She's happy there. She paints there. She sleeps by the fire there and reads books and plays Checkers and makes hot apple cider and pumpkin soup and roasts marshmellows over the fire.
Speaking of marshmellows. Did you know gelatin is made of pig skin? Gross. This should be on the LABEL people. Ingredients: Sugar, Pig Skin, Sugar, White stuff, High Fructose Poison, and PIG SKIN.
Okay I'm back. So I'm at moms here to study for a test. Can you tell I'm workin' real hard on that? I'll get to it. Yeah...that's the ticket. Right after dinner with mom, a movie and a real hard nap!
I'm 35. I'm a mommy. I'm in grad school. I'm sad for Haiti. I want to live in the garden of Eden and pretend none of this ever happened. I guess that's me and Sandra Bulluck...both of us praying for peace in the world...
One day. It will happen one day. It's going to be a friggin' long time from now but one day.
It will be here.
No more crying.
No more sadness.
Just peace.
Ahhhh.
I can feel it already.
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I love your heart. I remember decades and decades ago a speaker talking about his kids' exposure to the world through TV. He said, "They know more about what's happening in the world than I did at 25 - and they have no power to do anything about it. That must lead to a sense of paralysis..." And I think it does. We have to work at finding out what our place is in response to so much tragedy. "What can I do? What specific form of service fits my life, my heart, my resouces?" Then respond to that and let the rest go by. Otherwise we do what you said, vascillate between compassion and callousness. I love your farmhouse tendencies and say, "Simplicity is good! Embrace it!" The world is already far too complicated; pushing in the other direction can only help.
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