First of all, I chatted with a reader today, one who was, like all of us, worried about the state of the world. She shared with me this quote from Elie Wiesel, Holocaust survivor, author, and human rights activist--and the words were good.
I told her I'd share them with you: (Paragraph divisions are mine, because auto formatting is a tricky beast.)
We must always take sides.
Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest. No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior.
All collective judgments are wrong. Only racists make them.
Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.
There are victories of the soul and spirit. Sometimes, even if you lose, you win. Peace is our gift to each other. Hope is like peace. It is not a gift from God. It is a gift only we can give one another.
I have not lost faith in God. I have moments of anger and protest. Sometimes I've been closer to him for that reason. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must - at that moment - become the center of the universe.
So we must struggle to make kindness and equality a real thing, wherever our universe. This is a true thing.
And on the family front...
* I did an Easter treasure hunt with clues in the eggs and the kids loved it. *happy sigh* I'm never going back to just eggs again.
* Also-- my parents' driveway is sort of infamous--it's wiggly, and it's guarded by a gate with posts and rocks and a tricky thread the needle thing to back out--and the only way to go in is forward so you ALWAYS have to back out.
Anyway--my folks give me shit every time I back out of it.
But today, Chicken came to visit after work--but she was SO SICK she didn't stay long. So she was backing out of the driveway and the car was squiggling all around and trying not to hit rocks and posts and I realized something.
Like my ADHD, my squirrelly temperament, my thing with words and my freckles, bad driving is something else that gets passed down the ages. *sigh* Sorry Chicken.
* My mom poured me a "whipped lemonade" today-- whipped cream vodka and lemonade. Nom.
* And I'm still a little sick-- but then, so is ZoomBoy. Let's just say we both got back from grandmas and had to sleep for two hours before we could wake up to go to bed.
* A few years ago I published a cute little short with Wilde City Press in an anthology called Foolish Encounters. Sadly, Wilde City is no more, but since they gave me the rights to the story, I posted it on my website. Click here for The Fenestra Penetration-- and be prepared: VERY NSFW.
On that note, I'm going to bed--I really am too sleepy to remember the other stuff that happened today, so that's my sign :-)