Blog On-- We Are Fortunate to Be Here. No Promises of Mortal Permanence

    I have been a bit inside of own head lately. Less on the blogosphere. Perhaps that is better?

    Who decides. Who decides?

    We all do.

    I just heard my daughter play the song "We are Charlie Kirk". If felt heart felt.

    He died a few short months ago. Seems that it was a while at this point, almost into the winter season. The days can go fast and slow, as do the weeks. And now months.

    Where are we? Where are you?

    Is your family okay? Is your soul at peace?

    Are you in Ukraine, a war-torn country, or Sudan, or another place where there is violence? I hope not. But some are there. Some are the ones who bear the brunt of it now. But not always, we hope.

    I have a friend that I knew as a child, and we were friends for a while, who will go un-named, who must be hurting for a few extra reasons right now. She raved about Brown University, perhaps her brother was there. She had one older brother. Her parents were Jewish studies professors. She was part of a legacy of the holocaust, as so many Jewish sons and daughters are.

    The attack on the Jewish of Sydney, Australia, was a heinous, awful, blow to many.

    Victims of a radical view and hatred that is felt across the world.

    The father and son extremists to the Islamic State, as it is. They were from India, or at least the father, who was killed during the attack.

    Too much hatred, too much violence.

    And others are sick, and are dying. We must hold on to the hope that remains. Some are closer family, others are celebrities and well known artists. We all succumb to the human strain. It is what we are.

    And be grateful.

    And love and serve while we can.

    I will.