After a storm, debris and even toxic waste can be washed into the river and out to the ocean; beaches get closed and boil orders are issued. The Tucson shootings were rain on the leading edge of a storm front of blame. The garbage shaken loose and carried downstream includes thoughts like: “It is your fault, your rhetoric seeded these clouds”, “It can’t be my fault”, and various version of “I told you so.”
The responses are natural; the attitudes have been lying around waiting for something to move them along. I can’t add blame by indicting the reactions. Every pointed finger directs three more towards the owner of the hand. However, I can attempt to filter the water and make it drinkable again. So today, just today, each person I meet will be greeted with a gentle glance carried from my spring of peace.
