Buckled Knees

When friends or family come to our home, Will and I would like them to feel like they're in a sanctuary away from the rest of the world. We want them to feel inspired by the art on the walls, peaceful by the trickling fountains on the patio, and invigorated and intrigued by the decor of our home. We want them to feel loved and welcome.

We want them to feel joy and serenity when they're here. We want them to eat and drink plenty, and hopefully, while they're drunk on the cheap wine that we're pouring, they have no idea that we're robbing them of their things while they're not looking. Or possibly slipping them a roofie and coping a feel when they're sleeping.

I want this website to be the same way. (Not the robbing part, I can't very well rummage through your wallet or purse through the computer...well...I guess I could hack into your personal files, but seeing how I don't even care enough to balance my own checkbook, I think that you're safe for a while. And I can't very well reach through the screen and touch your danger zones...Although, if you're interested, we probably could hook up some kind of webcam action...humm...)

Anyway, I was saying...that when people come to my website, I'd like it to be an extension of our home, a sanctuary from the rest of the world, where you can laugh and hopefully feel inspired in some way. Where you feel welcome, drugged and taken advantage of.

However, in order for me to appreciate what inspires me and for what I feel deep gratitude for in my life, that would take perspective. And at the opposite end of the spectrum of what brings me joy and serenity is simply horrifying. And what's worse, is when I realize, fully realize, that the "simply horrifying" part is everyday life for others.

I've been haunted since Sunday morning by this image that Whit over at Honea Express posted on Saturday. If you'd like to read his comment and follow the link to the story of where and how this image took place, you can find it here.



Whit wrote: "Makes me want to cry."

Me too, Whit.

So, in reverence of the images that are NOT in the news as much as they should be, while this administration touts that it's out of "respect". Respect my ass, we all know that it's out of manipulation.

Rather than me posting anything that had to do with the current headlines:

*Lessons for Bad Girls:
What can Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton and Britney Spears learn from the good girls of Hollywood?

*Jr. Makes Driving Decision.
Dale Earnhardt, Jr. has decided where he will drive next season.

*Give Dad more than socks.
There's a huge spending disparity between Father's Day and Mother's Day gifts.

(I can't BELIEVE those are the headlines.)

I wanted to post something that keeps me awake out of the dangerous slumber of complacency of which much of our population still sleeps.



And this reminds me that I have nothing to complain about.