Love will win.

   The more I write, the more I see the intricate psychology of writers. I love my writing community, and knowing that I belong.
  What should I write about today? Isn't it supposed to be important to have something of value to say?? What has been my latest travels? That's always a favorite topic of mine. The last travel was the 7-8 hour drive from Apple Valley in California over to the coast and go north to Santa Barbara. Oh, it was such a nice day for a drive. We had the car packed perfectly. The ocean was beautiful. We saw some cool things like the city of Los Angeles, and a ship so big that in the distance Ron thought it was an island. I saw another gorgeous moon rise quickly followed by a sunset. The Joshua trees turned into weird shaped things that were filled in by a black permanent marker. The moon came up and traveled through the pink and purple layers of the sky as it faded from the light. It was amazing.
Then we got a call to turn around, because the job we were driving towards was postponed. It was a real fun sucker in my adventure plans. Except I didn't moan and groan, not after hearing about the real tragedy in Las Vegas the night before.

  I don't want to write about the mass murder in Las Vegas. I was fortunate that as soon as I heard about it I could call my son and find out that he and his wife were ok. They hadn't watched the news, they didn't even know about it. All of my friends in Las Vegas are accounted for. It also made me think about how in the last month we have landed in Vegas by plane, and then driven through it six more times with all of our visiting. The last time was the Friday evening before the hideous incident where so many people were killed and injured. It's all kinds of crazy, and it's hard to wrap my head around it. What is the latest? 58 dead. 459 injured according to USA Today, published today.
  It's part of my internal conflict to want to address all of Life with overwhelming optimism, and then something like this happens. One of my greatest fears is man's own inhumanity. I don't value complaining. I avoid any inclinations towards hopelessness. So how can I write about that night? How does something like that happen, and the heavens seem so unaffected. The sun still rose the next morning. It still set right on schedule, like nothing has changed. I lived in Las Vegas for almost 20 years. This atrocity changed me, made me feel like maybe nothing was ever going to feel safe again.
  I have been invited to go play outside by my grand daughter, so I must go. I need to show her that life goes on, and love will win.
  And we did, we went out and made some sweet memories in the back yard, taking the time to just play. Because that's my favorite antidote for all that ails the world.