I was driving today and noticed a flag at half-mast. Then another. Then another. At some point I realized that I wasn’t sure why it was lowered. I launched into a thought catacomb, first indexing in random order the recent reasons for the mourning flags, such as Paris, the death of Justice Scalia, San Bernardino, Brussels, Dallas, Orlando, and Baton Rouge. Surely not a complete list. But still, why were they waving today? Truthfully, I haven’t looked it up to find out. Instead, I decided to just pray for peace. I think I’m mentally past individual tragedies and have placed them all in another section of my mind. A place that’s horrific at best. The words of Scarlett O’Hara move through my head like a ticker tape with a Southern accent, “I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.” And pray about it today.
Thoughts that are alien to any of my other projects can be found here.