Yesterday, as I was driving around, driving around, driving around, I heard the story on NPR, on NPR, on NPR of the one Israeli soldier, held captive for five years, five years, five years who was released in return for one thousand, one thousand, one thousand Palestinian prisoners. Gilad Shalit was the Israeli's name, name, name, but there was no name, no name, no name for the thousand Palestinians, Palestinians, Palestinians. I thought about, thought about, thought about this as I drove around, drove around, drove around, wondering what the cost of an Israeli soldier, Israeli soldier, Israeli soldier was in comparison to a Palestinian, a Palestinian, a Palestinian and there was no sense, no sense, no sense to it. And then an expert spoke of drones, of drones, of drones, of how expensive they are and how many people, how many people, how many people they kill, they kill, they kill and how many countries and what countries develop them, develop them, develop them. And I thought it's madness, it's madness, it's madness.
I'm going where the love is, where the love is, where the love is.
Where I'm going is here.
What a perfect thing for me to read today - going to Atlanta to see a client and need to remind myself of this right now. I think I have always known it, but sometimes things get complicated and I forget the basics. This is a great reminder. Thank you.ReplyDelete
Go to where the love is? Must explain why my wife can never get me to leave home, even to go to a movie. For me, home is where it is my family and my dogs...nowhere else to bask in the sun of unconditional love.ReplyDelete
Elizabeth. Your face is where the love is. You are so beautiful.ReplyDelete
Exactly what I needed to read this morning. Thank you Elizabeth.ReplyDelete
Thank you for the link--that was great. I'm in a life moment where I keep facing interesting career opportunities, and I keep needing to make decisions about where I should spend my time. This is helpful.ReplyDelete
I needed this today, so much; have been gnashing my teeth over some of those dead-end places and relationships. When you listen and speak with your heart, you feed other hearts, too! Thank you for feeding mine, dear Elizabeth. I am so very thankful for the gift of YOU in my life.ReplyDelete
Great, great little piece of writing Elizabeth.ReplyDelete
Don't we all want to go where the love is? I find, for me, sometimes the compass to get there is what remains elusive, you know?
Thanks for the link, Elizabeth. Perfect timing for today. Perfect.ReplyDelete
I adore Dominque Browning -- used to subscribe to Home + Garden just to read her editor letter. Fabulous post. Well, they all are.ReplyDelete
much love, love, love,
Drones are aptly namedReplyDelete
There is no droning where love is
such eloquent form of prose.ReplyDelete
Can't go wrong with this advice. Thank you.ReplyDelete