I’ve been stalling posting anything this week because I simply cannot write about anything vacuous without commenting on what a terrible few weeks this has been news wise; I’ve watched extensive news coverage on all the tragedy (and then follow-up tragedy) in Dallas, being vigilant to not watch any of the streaming or videos because I am someone’s mother and just cannot if I intend to function for the rest of the day.

This is not even considering the assorted terrorist atrocities.

I feel troubled, sick and totally helpless in equal parts.

And no, this does not help or change anything, I get that, but who can just step up and happily order a latte after ingesting all this toxic information?

It seems disrespectful at the very least.

I find that I am ashamed to be human a good deal of the time these days.

Sooo, I am not going to offer up anything else except this link to a wise and completely brilliant essay by Garnette Cadogan.

(I heard this being read on the radio over the weekend and had to pull over so I could listen deeply and fully).

No quick fix is being presented here incidentally; but Mr.Cadogan’s calm, intellectual and emotive prose is extremely thought provoking and unsettling in just the right way.

(There’s also these amazing father and son letters but not for the faint of heart …)