In case anyone is keeping track, I haven’t blogged in a couple of weeks. It’s not that there hasn’t been a lot to talk about. Between gun control, gay marriage, three wonderful concerts (Arlo Guthrie, Dick Dale, and John Jorgenson), and ongoing owl antics in my back yard, there was more than enough blog fodder to go around. But then something took the wind out of my sails. A couple of guys decided to blow up the Boston Marathon. Once again, the world didn’t make any sense.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. Where does this idea – the idea that violence can relieve anger, teach someone a lesson, or fix things -- come from? I will never understand.
Instead of trying to make sense of something so utterly insane, I decided to give myself a mental health day today, and Chuck and I took a hike in Catalina State Park. We took the Birding Trail. A ladder-backed woodpecker was there to greet us as we entered the trail, and a vermilion flycatcher sat perched in a tree as we left. In between, we saw a curve-billed thrasher, goldfinches, mistletoe, and various lizards. And nests. The nests made me feel something I hadn’t been feeling in a while – hope. Life goes on.
Here is a heavily edited photo that I took today of the vermilion flycatcher:
I’ll post some other photos of my hike soon. In the meantime, you may want to click on our Music link and listen to Vertical Horizon, which was inspired a few years back by another walk in the woods, and by the beautiful vermilion flycatcher.