Earlier this month our central Iowa metro community was rocked – and is still reeling – over the senseless killings of two police officers, both of whom were ambushed while sitting in their patrol cars one evening. Blue ribbons of solidarity have cropped up everywhere as people struggle with their grief, wishing to convey both their own sense of loss as well as their support for the families of these two public servants.
We awoke one morning to find this shimmery blue ribbon tied around the oak tree in our front yard and saw that the neighbors’ trees, stop signs and light poles on our street were similarly adorned.
I don’t know who performed this bit of communal magic but their token of good will has not gone unnoticed – or unappreciated.
Who says edges are only measured at 45 degrees?
The earth has music for those who will listen…
First with a hush, then a ripple and a sometimes deafening crash, infinite waves of ocean – again and again- rush and ebb and roar and ultimately retreat from whence they came. The dance of the seas, the dance of life itself…