Saturday, March 7, 2015

Trial in the News

It's been nearly two years since the bombing at the finish line of the Boston Marathon, and the trial of the surviving suspect is now underway. Pieces of the testimonies of survivors are being released, detail after detail of horror and pain and suffering. The stories are impossible to read -- a terrible reliving of events that no human being should have to endure.

Herself wonders whether testifying empowers the survivors; perhaps to recount what has happened helps them to move forward, knowing that they have passed through the flames and have arisen like the phoenix. Or perhaps they want to stare down the defendant, to tell him and to show him that they are strong, that they are unbowed. That they have won, and he has lost. Perhaps, there are pieces of all these things, and more.

Herself has not read all of the news reports. One yesterday caught her eye, though, and although she did not read the whole story, the headline was more than enough.  It was a summary of the testimony of a father who had to leave his dying child in order to try to save his critically injured child.  What clearly must have been an unspeakably terrible moment -- there, spoken aloud.  We can only begin to imagine how it must be for this father; it is a nightmare from which he can never truly awaken.

What world is this, that one individual can inflict such cruelty on others? How can this be?

We will never understand.

This photo was found here: http://luvinthebubble.com/boston-strong/

Friday, March 6, 2015

Fragmentation

Such a marvelous way with words, he has.

God's malcontent rains down invisibly from the heavens and manifests itself in the form of taco shells that fragment with the first bite. - Offspring the Second

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Not Yet Half A Century

Let us never know what old age is. Let us know the happiness time brings, not count the years. - Ausonius

Happy Birthday, Beloved Husband. 


Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Anemone

Like a clownfish in a sea anemone, Tiny Dog peeks out at the world from between Herself's feet.


Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Bring Me

Bring me your suffering.
The rattle roar of broken bones.

Bring me the riot in your heart.
Angry, wild and raw.

Bring it all.

I am not afraid of the dark.
 
― Mia Hollow


Monday, March 2, 2015

Droplets

Rainy day moonroof.  Nifty.


Sunday, March 1, 2015

Twenty

Early on a sparkling wintry morning in New England, two decades ago today, Offspring the Second made his entrance into the world. It’s been a privilege and a pleasure to experience his intelligence, his quiet thoughtfulness, and his wit as he has grown into the marvelous person he is today. Happy birthday, Offspring the Second, and may the future bring you All Good Things, always.

This enigmatic and intelligent crow - one of Offspring the Second's spirit animals, no doubt - can be found here: 
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