looking backward on a day's hours

Again, more questions.

What is friendship?

How is it developed?

How is it nurtured?

When is it time to be alone and be together?

How many times do we as humans err and become
social when solitude is often what we need to
reset our balance and think our priorities out
thoroughly.

Watching Tina Turner on her movie, knowing from
previous interviews she strove to tell as much of
the truth about her life as she knew how, it strikes
me as heoric to watch her choices as an abused
woman and how she began one step at a time
to overcome her victimization.

When the day says good-bye and the night is
upon us, wondering again:

what is productivity?

how do we know it?

does it have a flavor of the Buddha which
is an ironic laugh at all our efforts ever
necessary ever futile. So, we must work
knowing someday we and the work we
did will be over and other things and
people will take our places just as the
tide sweeps rock, sand and creatures
back into the sea each and every day.

Healing can be a measured step.
A footprint walking slowly touching
the asphalt as though it were white
beach sand.

A playful attitude is part of the altitude
of an uplifted mind. It is a faith today
is worth living even in the midst of
suffering and pain and hope for a day
of more joy and less troubles or perhaps,
even, memories of those very careful
days.

Art as an expression of a person, a community
or a country cries out in anger, in protest
with "hot pink" symbolizing blood continuing
to be spilled on distant shores in order to
settle fantasies of persecution by others
who are more fearsome or have more power
than we Americans have or are supposed
to have.

911 took something from us. An intangible
fearlessness in our unique heritage has been
rendered as though pierced with arrows still.
It is time to remove the piercings. As Americans,
looking at ourselves as blood thirsty creatures,
is difficult. Knowing men and women continue
to drive cars for races as part and parcel of
our liberty lends one to question the current
conception of freedom and liberty.

Colors help to heal. With art, color points to
a language much like music, which transcends
this time and space and can produce unity.
This united nation may be responsible for
the costs of the deaths we have created as
a result of 911. Let us hope our leadership
finds methods to talk, talk and talk without
more needless and senseless bloodshed.

If we as citizens choose to wreak havoc,
let us have the dignity not to call it art
or god or faith. We make a choice to
allow our worst natures to overtake us
and we will pay.