A Time of Mourning

When despair for the world grows in me
And I wake in the night at the least sound
In fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds,
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and I am free

-"The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry


I've been listening to some Mississippi John Hurt and Dinah Washington..... or listen to something which soothes you..

Again, please give what you can for those who are in such need and despair...

Words have Failed Me

I have been unable to write anything at all for this past week. The absolute horror of what has been transpiring in the Gulf Coast, and in particular in LA has left me utterly bereft. The images of those trapped lin New Orleans and surrounding area was not bad enough, but the response from the US government was staggering. Watching that wave of humanity suffering, pleading for help, desperate and in shock is something that none of us should ever forget. How, in the name of all that is precious, did this abomination happen? Why were these people left to bake in the heat without water, food, the basics of human dignity for days. The whole world was witness to the complete and total failure of the Federal government in the US to act on what can be described as the largest natural disaster to befall it's shores. What followed that hurricane is a disgrace. Words seems completely inadequate. I have cried, ranted and raved as much as I can stand. There is so much more I want to say about this but this is not the time. So for now please give what you can. Give to the Red Cross or other reputable charities.