A quick lament on the fact that life gets so complicated we don't find the time to write a few words, to stick our noses in a good book, to dig our fingers into the warm earth, to tread our toes in the shallow waves as the water washes in and out just above the soft sand....

If anyone is taking the time to do that...I admire you and will strive to emulate your behavior....I am, I'm afraid, failing miserably at that...and instead stop only briefly to look out my office window at the occasional green hummingbird...and it's been much too long since I've stretched out in my yard, with a book or the watering hose....

Sadly...on Guns Again....

Guns and more guns. Last Wednesday I came in from a good run and opened my email. Still hot and sweaty and filled with endorphins. There in bold, unopened, was an email from Wesleyan entitled "Security Alert" and it was my first notice of the shooting of Johanna Justin-Jinich, though it didn't name her at first. Subsequent email notices followed. First the campus was shut down while they hunted for the killer. Then the doors were re-opened. Shortly after, another email warned that the police had recommended closing the campus again -- which isn't actually accurate since the campus, by deliberate design, is very open. The email said the kids were to stay inside their locked dorms.

I went to sleep with a bad headache and in a nervous state. It wasn't only the beautiful Ms. Justin-Jinich that concerned me....

First thing the next morning, another email warned that the killer's journal targeted Jews. Apparently he wanted to 'make Wesleyan the next Jewish Columbine.' Apparently the day before he had just walked into the campus bookstore, Czech-made gun in hand, and shot his victim dead. Execution style.

This weekend I read an issue of "The Economist." There was a short review of a book written about the Virginia Tech killings. The author, a teacher who had met with the killer a couple years before and who had great concerns over his mental health, posited that in the end, there may be nothing we can do. This violence is not actually predictable.

Yesterday I read the first reports about the soldier in Iraq who shot and killed five of his comrades. The article noted that this type of thing has happened before.

I have to wonder: do we have to accept so much violence? Would it make a difference if we worked to slow the rising tide of aggression and violent mental health? What if guns were not so available and accepted?

I don't know the answers...but I have to wonder....

Elizabeth Edwards and Responsibility

I love "having a blog" -- I can write away about anything that strikes my fancy....Rant, adoration, admiration, awe....No one tells me to stop writing....

So...this morning I'm reading about Elizabeth Edwards...Mrs. John Edwards...and her new book, which is not surprisingly about "resilience." Apparently she taped an episode with Oprah Winfrey. Without even knowing Ms. Edwards, I have a modicum of respect for her based on the publicly acknowledged facts that she has had a spouse in politics and thus has to deal with the public eye even though she personally gets nothing from it, that she has had to battle with breast cancer, and that she has had to live through her husband's affair....Now, it is that last fact that makes me write.

She is quoted in today's NYT's as saying: “I tried to get him to explain...but he did not know himself why he had allowed it to happen.”

Do I really need to spell out why this quote raises my ire?? Okay...I will. I can understand that she wanted explanations. I can understand that he didn't know of any. But I cannot accept the part about "allowing it to happen." Hello? "Allowing something to happen" implies passivity. As far as I know, having a sexual and emotional affair involves complicity, activity, but not passivity....

Affairs happen. Unfortunately that is a fact. Falls under the category of "shit happens." Sometimes it just does. I have never had an affair myself (thank God) but I have known well people who have. And I think that all of them would like to fall back on that passivity, that notion of "Oh, how did I allow this to happen?" But where is the responsibility in that??

It is a shame to see someone in the public eye, that would be Mrs. John Edwards, perpetuating this notion that there is no responsibility by the involved loved one....This is a place, I think, where we need to get real with our emotions, where we need to get raw and down and dirty and shine the bright light...not give someone a place to hide....

Mrs. Edwards is also asked, by Oprah, if she loves her husband and she does not answer in the affirmative. Indeed, I'm sure her emotions are a bundle of conflicts and there are few easy answers. If Mr. and Mrs. John Edwards -- together and as individuals -- want to get past this, I think they need to face up to facts...and then move on....Good luck to them!

100 days plus....

Okay, I gotta go back to Obama again...to President Barack Obama. I've been thinking a lot over this last week and I decided that, actually, even if President Obama did nothing else -- which is a big and improbable if -- he's already done a lot....

Today's New York Times has this: "In just over 100 days, Mr. Obama’s presidency seems to have done much to alter the greater American public’s perception of race relations. And perhaps, in some cases, even the reality." http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/03/us/politics/03race.html?th&emc=th

Earlier in the week I read an editorial by Roger Cohen, (yes...the NYT again...), which pondered: "It’s strange then that a U.S. president who speaks good English, far better than his predecessor, seems able to communicate with...[the] world. This may even be Barack Obama’s biggest achievement in his first 100 days."

I'm sure a Google search -- or hell, even live conversations with real people! -- would reveal many other gifts that we can attribute to the very young Obama Presidency...but language and race relations are near and dear to my heart so I'm going to stop there and go back to my breakfast....

...Everywhere I read and more importantly, feel, that what our new President has done is to give us hope....We're still in a mess of trouble...but our hope persists....