In hindsight, I recognize that Friday’s post was a little more vivid than it probably should have been. I hadn’t intended for it to end up so troublingly sensuous, and I apologize. I won’t ever blog in the shower again.
I think all of us could go with a little bit more reconciliation and a little less disturbing description for a while.
Sing with me, if you will.
Ah, here’s an old children’s favorite. Let’s begin:
Sunshine and rainbows and wildflower wishes
These are the things that make happiness real
Hopscotch and potlucks and child safety scissors
You should never tell what your uncle did
Honeydew and acorns and ring-around-the rosie
Let us join hands ’round the old bonfire
Gumdrops and licorice and salt water taffy
Martin Luther King became a dandelion when he died
May a bountiful spirit of renewal fill your step with gaity today, boys and girls! Let this bouncing melody and these eternal words light your way through the dark riddles of hate and free trade agreements!