I’ve been a busy gal the past few weeks but it’s all part of my plan to make changes in my life. I’m on a mission to find personal peace on this earth of ours.
My busyness has taken me to some different spots I don’t ordinarily visit in the city. So, I’ve gotten the chance to see new details and the many Christmas trees and decorations festooning this bustling town this time of year. This is almost enough to lift the lowest spirit and convince one that this is a beautiful world indeed. Then the news of more terrorism against children in the Middle East and the mostly peaceful protests against brutality, all around me, shake one back into reality. Peace on earth? Is this a concept we can even ponder? Is peace on trial?
I’ve had a tough time writing about the concept of joy so this post has sat here for a few days now. And then Saturday our city blew up again. Two of our finest, two police officers were brutally and callously gunned down in their patrol car sitting outside of a dangerous housing project in Brooklyn. I have tried to come up with words but I don’t have any. Bereft is the only one that comes to mind. Final is another. And on a selfish note, grateful: My brother retired from the NYPD last year.
I’m going to walk gently on this earth until the new year is upon us when we all have a chance to start anew. Peace.