So I heard this morning while eating breakfast that a suicide bomber had bombed the Ambassador Hotel in the center of Nairobi. The Ambassador hotel is where all the buses come to and leave from and is a big meeting place for people in the city.
The Hotel was not bombed, it was actually some man who was trying to get onto a bus with a grenade, and the bus was full so as he was getting off, he got bumped and the grenade went off, which killed at least one person and injured a lot of people. I haven't heard anything since 9 this morning, so I am not really sure exactly what is going on.
I am fine though, except for wondering why people have to be so stupid and why there needs to be so much violence in the world. I can't really understand that. Where is it getting anyone?
So that's my Monday news. I hope everyone is having a nice quiet day wherever they are : )
so -- from boring to bombing. time to move on to the "c" words like Come home and be Careful (: I love you. Mama
ReplyDeleteI heard the story on NPR this morning and immediately thought of you, Sarah, so I'm glad to hear you weren't at the hotel.
ReplyDeleteThe story, of course, contained graphic details of the mess, including a severed leg imbedded in a car window or some such comic-book carnage. Only it's real, which I'm sure makes it all the more surreal for those in the middle of it.
Your question about violence is for the ages. Why? And where is it getting anyone? The poet William Stafford was a friend of mine, and a World War II conscientious objector. There weren't many C.O.'s for that war. I always wondered, if no one had taken up arms against Japan and the Nazis, what world would we be in now? It's hard to say, but I think people like William Stafford decided simply to live peacefully. The long view, I guess, is that until everyone makes that decision, the violence will go on.
But what if they did? Here's a Stafford poem you might like:
At the Un-National Monument
Along the Canadian Border
This is the field where the battle did not happen,
where the unknown soldier did not die.
This is the field where grass joined hands,
where no monument stands,
and the only heroic thing is the sky.
Birds fly here without any sound,
unfolding their wings across the open.
No people killed--or were killed--on this ground
hallowed by neglect and an air so tame
that people celebrate it by forgetting its name.
there are still good things that happen in the world... i got a chaise for my birthday, which is a good thing, but not the good thing i am referring to...
ReplyDeleteted, meg, and cate got the box that the chaise came in and proceeded to play "box fun" which included the box being a present with them in it, a bug club where they drew picture of insects all over the inside and out, and a quiet cave to read in.
maybe if we all had a little more "box fun" in our lives, we'd live together more calmly.
miss you a lot.
from Nana:
ReplyDeleteYeah...what your mama said!!