I found this rummaging through an old basement trunk and realized I needed this today.
Hugs Not Drugs
We live in a most amazing age.
As residents of a planet where around the world via the electric fire of television, we watched the murder of a President, a walk (actually more like a skip) on the moon, the tearing down of a Wall that divided a continent and a nation, and the destruction of buildings and thousands of lives in a flash of jet fuel, steel and glass, it's sometimes easy to forget we are, each of us, skin-covered miracles.
Helping underscore this assumption (actually for me, more like an article of faith) I can offer you only one item as 'proof', conceding I don't know that it proves anything but that every day we get up and amaze and amuse, often in unequal parts, the other who-knows-how-many-billions of us on this ant farm (with beepers) we call home.
Some days are so hard that it's almost impossible to celebrate yourself, no matter how important that is. It's okay to watch this, celebrate someone else, and know we can do this, too.
-bill kenny
As residents of a planet where around the world via the electric fire of television, we watched the murder of a President, a walk (actually more like a skip) on the moon, the tearing down of a Wall that divided a continent and a nation, and the destruction of buildings and thousands of lives in a flash of jet fuel, steel and glass, it's sometimes easy to forget we are, each of us, skin-covered miracles.
Helping underscore this assumption (actually for me, more like an article of faith) I can offer you only one item as 'proof', conceding I don't know that it proves anything but that every day we get up and amaze and amuse, often in unequal parts, the other who-knows-how-many-billions of us on this ant farm (with beepers) we call home.
Some days are so hard that it's almost impossible to celebrate yourself, no matter how important that is. It's okay to watch this, celebrate someone else, and know we can do this, too.
-bill kenny
No comments:
Post a Comment