a three coyote morning....

I have a tendency, at times,  to rate my morning drive by the number of coyote sightings. Hey, I live in the 'sticks' and commute through some pretty wild country. This was a three coyote morning. The first (coyote) crossed my path before I made it to the pavement, in hot pursuit of a meal, namely a small fast rabbit. The second (coyote) crossed just beyond the Circle K market's glaring lights, a set of glowing eyes and a shadowy figure passing down Contreras Road, heading south. Coyote three was a defiant one. He was standing in the middle of the oncoming lane, glaring at me as I passed as if I had disturbed him. His glaring stare and mottled coat, standing in a proud stance, I being the intruder in his realm.

Add to my day, all the rabbits, mice, etc. The earth is alive, even in the most barren places, some form or another is struggling to survive. I struggle to survive each day, as do most of us. How we face the day, that depends on our vision, our faith, and our will.

to 9/11

We are now looking back to the time when we were all united in tragedy, the feeling of being one family, of being one people, united against this evil that broke upon a sunny morning in New York. I remember watching the TV in disbelief, then finally leaving the apartment and driving to the office. We did little that day but grieve for the fallen. We felt American. 

The world was sad, and an outpouring of hope and love came across the seas to our shores. All the world felt our pain. It was an odd feeling, a feeling of peace, of love, not hate. Sure, some held feelings of revenge, but overall the feeling was love.

Where did all that go? Where was it squandered? All of a sudden we found it wrapped in a flag and turned into a monster that fed itself on self righteousness. We became the terrorists.

We bombed Afghanistan, killing many who had nothing to do with the attack. We lashed out at Iraq, a country with ho connection to 9/11. We became the same terrorist that we had been victims of. We became the terrorist of the world. Now the love has been replaced with hate. 

Bin Laden rejoices in victory. He accomplished what he could only dream of. We became the Great Satan he envisioned.

Looking back...

My most relevant post about 9/11 occurred a few days after I had digested the tragedy...

http://n6vfp.livejournal.com/8420.html