I hide from Syria and my worry about her.
I hide from worrying about my Mom and family surviving in Damascus.
I hide from a mad man killing innocent children in Connecticut.
I hide from another slashing children in China.
I hide from the mad world hoping it will not find me.
I hide, yet not. there is no place to hide.
The best I can do is pray, work, create beauty to counter the ugliness and meditate to counter the noise.
Living here provides that, and I am grateful for our decision to move to this community.
So here are some results of my fighting back:
* From a picture gleaned from a photo on the internet with poetic license.
|" Looking at the sun"|
|"Into the future"|
* And another gleaned from a photo on the internet that went to a friend.
|"Bridge over calm water"|