This morning, oversleeping, I woke up to a new set of pictures and a small video of my great grandson. By the way, he is the cutest, brightest shiniest baby - objective view of course. He was sitting staring up at his father who was teaching him to clap hands. He did it first and then asked the baby to do the same. That little boy took his two little hands and with his great smile and bright eyes - clapped - or at least made the correct motion but no noise.
Of course, anything he does is just wonderful - objective again - but within that silent clap is the road home for all of us. Those waiting in refugee camps. Those fighting in a bloody criminal invasion war. Those in their homeland of ancient promise. And those waiting in homes or streets or walking the pavement who worry about the future.
I am one of that last category.
Why do I worry, blessed as I am living in a senior development, in a condo I love though I really could use a third bedroom and a large she- shed. We have enough to keep the condo, put clothes on our backs and food on the table. It gets tighter each year, and unfortunately, we are living in the almost fascist DeSantis state of Florida. Still, all in all we are lucky and even have a little extra to get by if we spend SKI - spending kids' inheritance! LOL
Of course, the biggest blessing is family, no doubt about it. So why worry, not adopt Alfred E. Neuman's motto of "What, me worry?" Yes is my answer. I look at that baby. I look at my grandson fighting a battle against a disease which daunts adults, and he is only 13, a sweet, golden child. I worry for their future. Will there be a future?
The children in Thunderdome, the movie, sing "We don't need another hero - we don't need to know the way home." That is the most discouraging sentence. Children, giving up on a childhood dream - a hero, to emulate. They already know there is not a one left in a decrepit earth. They do not even ask the way home, knowing that their homes are not there, their family not awaiting them, dead, in a landscape of hopelessness and the inevitable consequence of mad wars.
So what do they need? They need the Thunderdome, a haven. Still believe there is a refuge. Chasing the dream of it, a place to rest, to not have to fight for every scrap of food and sip of water. A place where they can be children again, with needs tended to. Refuge. What we all need and desire so greatly. How to find the way home? To cancel the need for a Thunderdome?
The path to continued existence on a rescued planet? Silence. No noise. No talking heads with fancy language amounting to a waste of breath. No more 'experts' analyzing situations, contradicting each other in a Niagra Falls flow of useless words. No more political noise, especially now with our supposed adult leaders behaving in the worst behavior of schoolyards. Taunting each other, daring each other, all with the threat of adult weapons and not the fake cowboy gun or the Nerf water guns of the greatest complexity. No, their weapons are ugly and deadly.
Silence is the answer. So many philosophers, religions recommend silence. Just stop yakking and gather your thoughts. Only when one has done so, has a good, helpful, positive answer or advice then speak, voice words of wisdom, of unity, of peace. Do this often enough and we will find a way home. Or at least know the proper direction and create our own path.
However, all is a pipe dream now as the kid-adults are rewarded for their outrageous statements, each vying to outdo the other. Each speaking way too often, using the media and there is the second part of silence. Limit entry and usage of the media. Keep that idea of silence before answering and limit the minutes of talking. Words will then be carefully measured and evaluated. Can you imagine the blessed silence if we muzzle those awful garbage filled overindulged mouths!!! Ah, dream on,
Silence. A golden silence, allowing one to think, to be rational, to put aside our childish urges in adult form. Look at what is best for the population and the planet. Face truth and realities and how to rationally deal with them.
Unite in that golden silence against those who would destroy it, refuse its goals, and create the landscape that will resemble the destroyed infrastructure of present-day Ukraine, only on a global scale.
Best of all, in that silence, people will realize that there truly is no reason for hate, prejudice, ethnic insult nor anything of that sort. A world where antisemitism does not exist. A world which would never have a need for Juneteenth. A world where we will not try to cancel the 'other' as there will be no others. A world which halt oppressing women, trying to negate them, make them invisible in life. There will be no room nor acceptance of these relics of the past. Silence will give us the time to understand and reformat.
Silence
A beneficial silence. A silence allowing us to hear and speak words of wisdom. Silence to allow us to gather and respect each other, to find the direction we need to follow. A gathering of those with positive goals, with huge hearts and pure souls.
Yes, indeed, a pipe dream but wouldn't it be wonderful.
Meanwhile, please, the togetherness for Yitzy. That is a powerful, helpful, blessed togetherness.
Let us continue.
For the sake of all of us.
For our children and grandkids.
For us.
We must act together, in concert, in harmony.
Together - Together we can achieve it all.
Together we can
HEAL THE WORLD.
HEAL YITZY!
Yitzchak Elimelech ben Chana Sarah
May he be granted refuah shelaymah bimheyrah beyameinu.
May he be granted a timely and complete healing.
May he always remain on the road of faith, healing and strength.
May we all walk on that same road.
May Hashem hear all our voices raised in prayer.
Amen. Amen.
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