Ernest Hemingway said, "Write hard and clear about what hurts." I've been having a difficult time with that in recent days. The world and its harmful acts against humanity have created a profound sadness in my heart, mind, and soul.
The ancient Greek family of sea monsters, the Cetea, wreaked death and destruction on islands and lands of innocents down in our American Caribbean territories and southern states; lives will be damaged beyond repair. Necessities of life washed away. People are left in forever hurting...
The inhumane, insidious, and immoral act in Las Vegas is beyond the measure of human comprehension. The ramifications have surrounded my thoughts and breathings of my heart in a dense fog of haunting and waking nightmares...I'm wrapped in the colors of melancholy. People are left in forever agony...
One of the roles of a writer, and even a teacher, is to help others not to say or think what everybody else can bring to the table, but to dig deep and grasp what we, at times, find unable to say and think...that part, for me, right now, is too painful...but for me it's a momentary pain...
Meanwhile, I will try to find the words, and cling to what Stephen King said, "Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life."----however, life seems pitch dark right now...fireflies have taken flight...and my jar remains empty...