Where Innocence And Suffering Meet

I pulled up to an intersection yesterday with Bentley in the back seat. We stopped at the light on 38th and Pac Ave and there was a homeless woman on the corner in a chair. She was looking down at the ground and muttering to herself. I looked up at Bentley in my mirror and saw her leaning forward past her little head support peering inquisitively out the window at the woman. First Bentley waved at her, then she waved and quietly said, "hi". I looked back at the woman who did not look up from the ground then back to Bentley. Bentley made a couple more attempts before the light turned green and as the traffic slowly began to move again Bentley leaned farther forward to hold her view as long as she could. When she could not see the woman anymore she rested back in her car seat quietly.

The homeless woman probably isn't greeted with such a "hi" very often and Bentley just doesn't understand suffering. I felt compassion for both girls.

My Child

I wonder if my love for amusement park rides is just a way to be some kind of a child in some kind of strong arms flinging me about like a dad flings his daughter.

Why Do You Do It?

On the tee of the 6th hole you are surrounded by douglas fir trees, old giants playing London Bridges with the golfers. The sun's fingers reach the elevated tee box like spears and seasoned the ground. It is a lovely place to be. We took turns teeing off and as the last golfer swung their driver in practice a thought suddenly flooded my mind. The sun was shining on our feet, and because the sun was shining on our feet it was not shining on the other side of the earth. What was happening on the other side of the earth? While we enjoyed being bathed in luxury, others were in that same moment suffering.

What does this call for...

READ THIS LINK! (the reality of these photos are unsettling)

Filter the politics if need be but do not miss this.

Why do we live the way we live? Why?