Hello. Come on in out of the strong, cold north-wind and grab a cup of strong French Roast or Tea. Yeah, my normal greeting is a little muted today, but you know why.
Usually I let you guess where I am by the picture. Well, I am only in Paris in my thoughts right now. My body is in New Hampshire.
This was a week like any other. Work. Play. Reading. Writing. Cold. Rain. But now that it is over, I don’t want to talk about it. I want to talk about something else. Oh, we can take time to chat about small things later if you want. Perhaps I’ll do a repeat tomorrow that is a little lighter.
Yeah, we’ll talk abut what people the world over are talking about.
I cannot understand terrorism. I can never imagine what twist of thought could make someone think it is OK to hurt innocent people, to purposefully target those least able to defend themselves. I cannot. I hope I never can understand it. These are people stripped of all humanity. They’ve committed horrific crimes against humanity in Iraq and Syria and they are now trying to spread their special brand of evil around the world.
When I think of these people I think humanity is too sick to survive.
But then I remember those who ran towards the bullets, not away. Those who helped. Those who did everything they could to save or help others: the first responders, bystanders who couldn’t help but help, those who beat back fears to do what they had to do. Perhaps this is humanity, those people who put themselves on the line for others. The Helpers.
And I think of the millions, perhaps billions, who are in shock. Those who shed tears for people they have never met. Those who feel. Those that look at the pictures and see themselves in the gurneys, see their friends and family, though they live half a world a world away and are a different race or religion. Perhaps the ones who feel compassion are the ones who represent humanity. The Compassionate.
Perhaps humanity is saved because of people like us who are sitting and talking about it over our coffee, trying to make sense of the senseless. Humanity’s mind, voice and memory.
I will not pollute this coffee share with my usual blogging update. Perhaps I’ll do another post for that.
So that’s it. Thanks for stopping by!
When you leave here, why don’t you smile at a stranger? Why don’t you truly mean it when you say , “I hope you have a great day,” to the cashier as you get your groceries? Reach out to one in pain. Do a random act of kindness. Remember that the person next to you is a thinking, feeling human, just like you.
Let’s put the human back into humanity and prove to the universe why we should survive.
I hope you enjoyed your coffee or tea. Until next time….
Let’s strive for beauty!