John Donne wrote: "Never send for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee." He wrote about how every person is a part of the continent, the mainland, the planet that we share. Towns would toll bells when there was a death. Whether or not we know the person or how esteemed(or not) the person may be, the person has value. A jet crashed in Ethiopia. There were no survivors. An article I read this morning asked the question: What will it take for us to be affected by this crash? That we knew someone on board? That they were a celebrity? That we read a book they wrote? That one person out of many were citizens of our country? Our race? Our gender? Our age? Those who walked this tender place with us a few days ago, are gone. Are they worth the time for taking a breath? A moment of feeling their emptiness or their family's grief. What will it take for us to breathe outside ourselves and perhaps, become more gently human by their absence?
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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