Welcome to Saturday! Grab your rose-colored glasses, see the goodness in the world, and share it with others. Continue reading
I apologize for my lack of presence lately. I’m feeling depressed, and I’m avoiding you.
Oh, sometimes I will pop by to visit a few writers here and there. I tend to stick with the short-worded writers, as I feel the panic grows inside me the longer I stay within your sphere.
My depression started when I was taking part in things outside my realm of normalcy. I changed up my writing schedule and style, and I wrote with the hope of ‘winning’ rather than for the joy of writing.
Then came the news about a shooting in Florida. I’m sure you know the shooting to which I am referring, George Zimmerman shooting Trayvon Martin on Sunday February 26, 2012.
Like many, I was appalled with the news as it trickled down the wire. Like many, I was inspired by the reaction of the community, coming together to take a stand in hopes of getting charges filed against Mr. Zimmerman.
As the days passed, I noticed the tone changing. The alleged hate that filled George’s heart causing him to kill Trayvon seemed to slowly seep into the hearts of others, as Twitter lit up with harsh words, harsh sentiments and what was thought to be the home address of George, himself.
Why would someone tweet the address of another? Why?
I don’t have an answer for that question. All I know is the address tweeted and retweeted to countless people was the address of a couple in their seventies, the McClains. The McClains had nothing to do with either Trayvon or George, yet the hatred and outrage of people, brought them into the mix and caused them to leave their home and check into a hotel out of fear.
According to Elaine McClain, reporters were showing up at their door and hate mail started filling their mailbox. Hate mail.
Hate mail sent to two innocent people, completely unrelated to either Trayvon or George.
Blogosphere, I can relate to anger, and I can relate to rage, because I have battled both emotions in my life. But I cannot relate to or understand why people would tweet someone’s address without permission. Aren’t the tweeters circulating the same kind of hatred they claim to be against?
Aren’t we all under the assumption that ‘hate’ started this whole thing in the first place? When will we stop the cycle of hate?
Blogosphere, I don’t know if this matters – actually, it probably doesn’t matter. But I still wonder if both parties involved were the same color or ethnic origin, would the same thing happen? Would the shooter’s address be tweeted and retweeted?
I believe the address was tweeted and retweeted with a malicious intent, and I believe anyone and everyone who retweeted it should be ashamed of getting caught up in a mob mentality rather than an informed and decisive community.
Recently, I made a comment on a post I read. I wrote:
Racism is a word that is thrown out and used by many, but I wonder if those that use it know the meaning – based on Merriam Webster: “Racism: a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race.” I don’t deny racism exists in some – I do not believe is still predominant in today’s society. I just don’t.
After making the comment and talking with others, I concede that racism is more prevalent than I cared to admit. I think racism is a result of violence. I think violence fuels fear, which fuels ignorance, which fuels racism. If we stop the violence, I believe racism will be a thing of the past. And yes, I have hope that racism will be a thing of the past.
Blogosphere, I admire the work Cease Fire Chicago is doing, along with the other Cease Fire organizations throughout the U.S. (though more are needed). Cease Fire was profiled in a documentary called The Interrupters. I wish everyone would take time to see the documentary and get to know the people behind Cease Fire.
Blogosphere, as long as we are yelling at one another and filling our hearts with hate, we lose. Period.
These things have been weighing heavily on my heart for weeks. I reached out to a friend, letting her know how I was feeling. This friend of mine is an atheist, and I am a Christian. I do not judge her for her beliefs, and she does not judge me for my beliefs.
My friend responded to me by saying, “Pray about this Lenore. You have faith. This can help you. Ask Him to get you through this rough time; to give you the skills to get past all this crap and horrid, horrid stuff going on in our country.”
Amen, friend. Thank you for reminding me what to do with my sadness. I wish everyone could find something to believe in that is bigger than him or herself. Hate is such a vicious beast, and it needs a higher power to beat it.
With hope, love and prayers for peace,
What’s that I see? A weekend? I think I see a weekend! Continue reading
Last week, we left Andy to recover after what should have been an epic sugar hangover. This week, as promised, we get to hear about Andy’s visit to the country, and his encounter with a gator.
Please remember to check out the blog of the woman behind Andy’s Texas adventure, Georgette. She has countless tales to tell, even without an armadillo: Georgette Sullins’ Blog.
We stopped to nestle among the bluebonnets.
Mama LD gave permission for Andy to play in the mud. I knew he would be happy here while there’s plenty to drink right now.
Rick let me drive the Gator…
Rick hired me to patrol. Thanks to my paid gig, my passage to New Zealand is paid for.
I’m working my way to see you soon, Judith.
We sang “Deep in the Heart of Texas” with Ray Charles on the way home. Do you have a favorite car song?
Thank you, Georgette. Based on the last phone call I had from Andy, he is having such a wonderful time. That Andy sure is a talker. I appreciate all the time and energy you and Rick put in to showing Andy an awesome adventure! Again, thank you!
Last weekend, a friend and I went to the Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta, Georgia.
Some may find walking around a cemetery an odd thing to do during a weekend, especially if no family members are buried at the cemetery. For my friend and I, it was a great way to surround ourselves with beauty in the city. The weather was gorgeous, the flowers were blooming, and the history within the cemetery is strong.
The visitor center caught my eye, against the blue sky. Continue reading
Silverbacks are known to be the leader of the pack, as it pertains to gorillas.
Though he is the most timid of the two, Wilbur could be considered the leader of our pack. He does not have a silver back, but he does have a silver beard and belly. Continue reading
I had every intention of posting a picture of Wilbur, today. Wilbur is Cherokee’s brother, and lately – Wilbur’s been playing second fiddle to his photogenic sister.
Yesterday, I spent time in the backyard with the puppies. The lighting was perfect, and the grass was a dazzling green. The dogs posed nicely for me, too. Then Joe came out to join us. Dag’na’bit! That kid ruined everything. Poor Wilbur, Cherokee got her mug posted again.
Tomorrow is Wilbur’s turn. I promise! Continue reading
Here we are … back on the monkey bars and facing a new week.
Hang on! You can do it! The weekend will return! Continue reading
Cherokee would like to welcome you to Saturday. May miles of smiles surround you today. Continue reading