Life here for the PNW has been a little rough around the edges lately. It seems that we had a “growth spurt” of tragedies in the past week or so. I know we aren’t unique in this type of thing here, and we have less than some and more than others. Such is life. I guess it hit me because there were so many youth as victims. But today, one victim of a high school shooting went home from the hospital, the streets of his town lined with friends and strangers alike, all cheering him on. A little sun shine in the midst of it all.
Wouldn’t the following be a nice thing? A happy thing. And fun.
Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air — explode softly — and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth — boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either — not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination. ~Robert Fulghum
Let the healing begin.