ahhh. early morning. it is sunday and we are writing a couple days ahead for a busy week.
as i sit here, in this beautiful “idyllic” place, i hear the rapid fire of gunshots. i google, looking for a shooting range i have heard about, but to no avail. sunday morning. a time of reflection and peace. and, apparently, gunfire. i don’t understand.
a couple nights ago i woke up and could hear the sound of two men talking. we rarely hear people talking here, at any time of day or night. i didn’t know where they were, and i couldn’t understand what they were saying, but the last thing i heard was a gunshot. nothing else. why, on earth, would someone be shooting anything in the middle of the night? i’ve been told that there is poaching and shining and that hunting is a big part of this place. hunting what? what season is this? are people’s kitchen tables truly dependent on this? there’s a grocery store. i don’t understand.
this week, just one week, as you know, our country suffered four times at the hands of someone who chose to brutally end the lives of others. intentionally. with assault weapons. my heart breaks. again. and i don’t understand.
it appears that we are on a path of self-destruction. a garlic festival, shopping at walmart, enjoying a saturday evening downtown in a small city…these are normal activities. these are opportunities for human beings – like you and me – to do the stuff of life or to gather together. partners, families, children, friends. people we know, people we do not know, all breathing in and breathing out just like we do. life-doing and gathering together should not include terror. it shouldn’t even include fear. i don’t understand.
where are we headed? will we continue to perpetuate hatred? will we continue to feed division? will we continue to kowtow to big money, to the needs of a few instead of the needs of many? will we care? will we continue to taunt and bully and fight? will we continue to kill each other? i don’t understand.
as i sit on the dock of the bay, looking at the horizon blending with the sky, one little tiny being in a vast universe, i just don’t understand.
on the dock of the bay ©️ 2019 kerri sherwood & david robinson