Thursday, July 19, 2007
When I am really frustated I clean, I try to set things right put them in order.Whether it be Bad Buscho News or News in Iraq, I try to keep my home feeling safe, as a refuge from all that is Wrong right now. So the day Scooter's sentence was commuted, my house was sparkling. Today Valerie Plame's case was thrown out of Federal Court, so I cleaned and scrubbed. I wanted the world to feel Right again.It didn't. Then there was a huge storm, it rained buckets, "gullywashers" they call it here by the Lake. It felt cleaner, the air felt fresher, and my head was not pounding as much after the monsoon rains.
I am always looking for Prayer Flags. One day I will go to Nepal and see The Prayer Flags, thousands of them wavering in the wind, carrying prayers to the Gods and Ancestors and Heaven. In the meantime, I make prayer flags out of old hankerchiefs and napkins and paint messeges on them in calligraphy ( Japanese), and hang them with care on little lines on my porch and in my yard. ( I have done this since son was very small). But what I have noticed is that I always am looking for the Flags, whether it be curtains waving in a window or laundry , sheets and towls waving in the breeze on a clothesline.
After the Rains today I went for a walk and realized that I was looking for The Prayer Flags, because I was looking for some Hope, even for a moment blowing in the wind.