Eyes

Last night I woke up gasping.

I dreamed that every creature, every plant, every speck of water on the planet was alive.  Not just alive, but could see.  The world was filled with eyes, billions, trillions of eyes.  And with every step I made with my Danner boots, with every inch I drove with my truck, with every deep breath I took to be fully alive, I crushed those eyes.  Hundreds, thousands of them are dead with each act of life I undertook.

I would dig up a tree and thoughtlessly I would destroy an ecosystem, a measure of millions.  I prepare ground for a garden and I cannot help but kill the quiet creatures that gave that patch life.  I grow my food, I build my life, I eat and thrive only on a pyramid of death.

I live by the forced sacrifice of all other creatures.  Meat is the least of it.  All I do is death.  My very existence is a horror waiting to happen to the small. The tinier the life, the more likely I will kill it thoughtlessly.

I believe it is time for me to feed, not murder.

Devon

Devon loved to play the recorder. In fact, he never stopped. All day, all night, he played with joy, spreading his happiness to everyone. The god Zeus, after pursuing a nymph all night, was awakened by Devon's playing a bit too early in the morning. Zeus turned Devon into a kitschy art decoration all over the world, and his flute was never heard from again.

Later in the afternoon, when Zeus woke up, he had no recollection of ever doing this.

Nikki

She always enjoyed standing on the shore of the river, dusk encompassing the landscape, while she watched the fish drowning.

Joshua

"I am the king! I am the king!"
"Would you please just shut up."
"Only if you let me be king!"
"Fine, fine, whatever. Just be quiet"
"Yes!"

Life is Full of Love

Life and love find us where we look for it. 
If all we see if death and bitterness, then we'll find that. 
I'd rather see a half-truth world filled with people trying to love 
than a half-truth world filled with people who are selfish.

Chevron

Today he turns twelve. His mind is full of questions:
"What is the disability I am unaware of that will cripple my life?
Who will I make miserable because I live with them?
Do I weep because I am sad, or am I sad because I weep?
Is Ronald McDonald really trying to destroy me?"

It wasn't a good day.