I’m not into the news. I don’t watch it or read it or listen to it, really, unless the man of the house has on NPR or something. I try to be involved and interested and retain the information but more than likely I am sticking my fingers in my ears: I’m not listening. And since I’ve had kids, it’s just not a part of my daily life, they don’t need the soundtrack of their lives to be media hype and the death count in the middle east. My mother , a news addict, always asks me when she comes to visit and finds herself media-less, don’t you want to know what’s going on in the world? No. No. I don’t. I know what’s going on, in my world, in my little world. I know this sounds so totally irresponsible and quite selfish. But I guess I don’t know what information overload will do for me or my world. I just try to send out as much love as possible. It’s all I can do, all I have time for.
But somehow I caught wind of something that happened recently. Someone trying to blow up a plane or something like that. And then someone wanting to blow up another plane. Now why in the hell would someone want to do that? I know. I guess if I listened to the news it would make more sense to me, but no, never, it can never make sense to me.
No, they have nothing worth living for and they might as well go out in a bang, the wise man in my house tells me.
I think so. Nothing to live for and dying while killing makes you larger than life.
Nothing to live for?
I’d suppose not, nothing, nothing that is real.
Dr. Sir (s) who wants to blow up planes (and Ladies, as well, if you are out there)
Why? Please explain to me why you’d want to blow up a huge vessel to smithereens and spray blood and guts and bones of people of all ages and backgrounds all over the clouds? Without using any reason like God Told You To because that just doesn’t make a bit of sense to me and if so, if that is your reason, what exactly did god say and what did the voice sound like and are you sure it just wasn’t all in your head? And if it was someone else who told you to do this, why? And who the hell are they?
Can I ask you some other things, besides why?
Have you never looked outside and notice the speckles on a Starling and realize that this creature is in your tree and eating the little peanut butter covered pinecone dipped in seeds you made and hung and think, well, that’s something to live for. That bird is beautiful and it needs some seeds to sustain itself through the winter and I can give it to them and that there in that moment alone is reason to live.
Have you never had peppermint ice cream rolled in crushed up Trader Joe’s candy cane Jo-Jo’s and then covered in hot fudge?
Have you never seen a beautiful girl in red knit leg warmers sitting under a willow tree reading a book with sunglasses while the sun streams across her face on a cool autumn day?
Have you never looked out at the sea and saw something jump up out of the water and just knew that everything was perfect and worthy of love and life?
Have you never seen a baby‘s nostrils flare when they are red hot screaming mad wanting something and that Will just alone makes you realize how perfectly powerful we all are and how each an every one of us deserves a voice and reason to stay alive?
Have you never had a hot oil massage with lavender and cedarwood oil by my friend Amy?
Have you never made love all night long and ate hot cakes drizzled in syrup in bed the next morning with a cup of creamy dark coffee and then made love all after noon and then ate fruit in bed and then napped and then made love again and again until you have worn layers of your skin away?
Have you never walked by a perfect stranger, different in every way than you and caught a spark in their eye that caught a spark in your eye and knew in the eye of your heart that there was nothing really separating you from them?
Have you ever thought it would be wonderful to watch your daughter walk down an aisle with the person they love, or even listen to her read their first sentence or take their first step or take their first breath?
Have you never had a garden? Planted seeds of corn and lettuce and red beets and kale and watched them go from sprout to food to cooked in your plate?
Have you never heard a rhythm or a melody so good, that it gets so deep into your bones you are sure it was the song you were born to, the song of your soul, the song that you will rest forever inside?
Have you never taken a long walk with a friend and not said a word the whole time and yet with each step you heard eachother’s story and just knew how in the silence the friendship grew?
Have you never soaked in hot springs high up on a mountain side?
Have you never curled up next to your mother and let her tell you about the day you were born?
Have you never felt that God is Love and that Love is Life Force, eternal and flowing?
Have you never danced all night long to Kruder and Dorfmeister with a crowd of other people and then stumbled out of the club hot and sweaty looking for the best damn falafel that the streets had to offer?
Have you never met someone you makes you feel not so alone?
Have you ever watched a baby slide out of a woman, freshly covered in womb juice, eyes barely open, mouth searching for food, hands waving, revealing the Original Face, the same face we all come here wearing?
Have you never seen a really fucking good movie and just felt such great thanks for people who take the time to make them?
Have you never read Dr. Suess?
Dear sir, if you haven’t done any of these things, felt them, or something like them, I am sure you have your own list of things that makes life beautiful and perfect to you. I am sure you have somewhere inside you a place where you have a seed of hope and understanding that the world doesn’t need more hate, it needs only your love. Yes your love. Your love can heal. Isn’t that alone something to live for? Something to stop you from taking bombs on planes and instead wear your heart out on your sleeve and know that your heart, indeed, is powerful, is God, is where all the peace in the world resides. I know I must sound like a niave little girl. But that’s because I am. And so are you in a boy form. And because I know you are just a child at heart, lost and confused, I can say this with the utmost sincerity that I can. I love you. Now, please, love yourself. No more bombs on planes. Because someday I’d like to take my kids to far-off lands without our lived shattering into the friendly skies.
Bless you, and everyone else out there who looks away from the perfect sparkle in a child’s eye and seeks death over life, who wants to destroy this perfect Heaven we call Earth. Love, The mother in me.