Hmm? What shall I write about today? Unfortunately, my creativity is blocked by the national news, the predictions, COVID, and the thought of civil unrest.
Ever optimistic, I believe America is better than this; yet everywhere I look I see folk armed with guns, crazy “Karens” and protesters. I read and hear despicable, hatred of others. I watch the smirks and mockery of those less fortunate–including the disabled. Unfortunately, schoolyard taunts have mushroomed into threats and violence. Sadly, our children are watching and listening too.
Regardless of the outcome of November 3, I share some of Jill Jackson-Miller’s lyrics written in 1955:
“Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me. Let me walk with my brother in perfect harmony. Let peace begin with me. Let this be the moment now.”