The Reluctant Fundamentalist

We just watched The Reluctant Fundamentalist. 
Very heavy. But very worthwhile. 

No diatribe here, but it seems sometimes that our country just needs to . . . step away . . . from other countries' personal business, and let those countries' cultures exist as they will and not as we would have them. It seems we forget that we're all, this whole world over, just people. One by one. All just human beings.
And maybe money isn't every, single, important, thing in this world.

The movie made me think of New Hymn, written by Reynolds Price and sung by James Taylor.

Source of all we hope or dread

Sheepdog, jackal, rattler, swan

We hunt your face and long to trust

That your hid mouth will say again let there be light

A clear new day

But when we thirst in this dry night

We drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children

And when we strain to hear a steady homing beam

Our ears are balked by stifled moans

And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brothers, wild men

Clawing at the gates for bread

Even our own feeble hands

Aim to seize the crown you wear

And work our private havoc through

The known and unknown lands of space

Absolute in flame beyond us

Seed and source of dark and day

Maker whom we beg to be

Our mother father comrade mate

Til our few atoms blow to dust

Or form again in wiser lives

Or find your face and hear our name

In your calm voice the end of night

If dark may end

Wellspring gold of dark and day

Be here, be now

Still here

I'm still here.
I haven't stopped blogging. It's just been a long, long . . . pause.

Too much time alone with my own head, undistracted by natural color and sound. Inside my head is not a happy place to be alone. Best way to feel better is to help someone else, but I haven't summoned the energy to reach out. 

Last weekend, more or less on the spur of the moment, and fighting last minute urges to stay in my safe (if morose) nest, I went to visit my friend who lives on the other end of the state. We did nothing special, except the kind of special that comes from being with someone who appreciates you but requires nothing more of you than that you be you. 
Renewal.

Still nothing inspiring springing forth from my fingertips . . . nothing blogworthy.
But I thought I'd just let you all know that I'm still here.
Husband, Molly and Peep, too.