So goes the nation

The almost full moon was rising up over the neighbor's roof as we made a late dinner.  I thought of the Yahoo news story about those of us, not working and not finding any work, and what it really means to walk around inside our flesh.  Some of us are young and having the same despair that the rest of us are having.  Despair inwardly sharpening its dull blade upon our stalwart hearts.  We are survivors and so many people do not get it at all.  Tomorrow, so many people will rush off to work, texting or using their very much hands on phones as they merge, tailgate and try to run down others on the road and in the crosswalk.  We are all in such a hurry to get to where we will still arrive stressed, disconnected and empty.  Tonight, a woman I greatly admire told me that how I am matters.  It seems so simple and yet, it is not.  A gift, with a delicate bow, offered in a soft post Georgia twang, arrived just in time for the moon to reflect the brilliance of just this kind of treasure we give to one another. Pass it on, pass it on.  Bless you all.