Every Window

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Outside my office window is grass and birds and wind and the distant sound of lawn mowers. Such a peaceful day much like yesterday and the day before. But through the glass of my other windows, there are assassinations, starvation, genocide, and talk of revenge. Angry mobs protesting for this side or the other, burning buildings and ruining lives. I keep a pretty good check on my physical and mental health. I do my damnest to filter my news intake. Because I more than understand the delicate balance between life and death, by experiencing both.

I hear my wife digest the news between Good Morning America and the Golf Channel. Digesting a nonchalant take on the news, between rounds of golf. I wish I could take my news with her degree of ease. So I am left looking out my office window at the ground level of events in my world. So where should I leave my mind and heart? At the moment that is impossible for me to say. Between my watching of 9/11 in real time, to the assassination of a young father, to the last few school shootings; what have we become?

So I open my windows again and listen the quiet moaning of the AC units. Thinking that is just how my heart feels. While I hear the lively chatter of the talking heads on the TV. I am reminded that someone is crying today. A mother of two in Utah. A family at steps of a fountain. Thousands along a desert shore. The mothers of those driven to kill. Should we accept the reality and go our way? Or can we look out every window and work for what’s decent and kind.