The Weight of the World

I’ve started piecing together a few thoughts for the Parking Lot Confessional. They invited me to do a guest blog over there and I have a hard time saying no. Besides, Amy seems really nice.

In addition to that, I’ve been doing some reading that could be considered research for the next book.  I don’t know exactly how it all fits together yet, but some foundation slabs have lined up.  This helps take my mind off the crises exploding all over the globe.  It’s so disheartening to see it unfold on the internet and feel like, once you’ve entered your credit card number at the Red Cross website, there isn’t much more you can do other than watch.

There’s a pile of laundry that’s irritating me right now and some dirty dishes that won’t get done tonight, but they are small hurdles indeed, and I’m lucky to have them in light of snow and radiation, hunger and cold and shattered houses…oh, and a volcano.  Isn’t it crazy that the volcano erupting in Japan was just sort of glossed over even though it blew out windows from four miles away?  Humans just can’t focus on that many things.  BP is probably thankful for earthquake and revolution, things that have drawn the media’s lens away from their own horrible mistake.

Every day I wake up and listen to the radio on the way in to work, trying to learn what’s going on in the stop-and-go of southbound 183.  Most of the time I can digest it but recently, on some mornings, I just have to turn it off.

God bless the people of Japan.