St. Patrick's Manor, Framingham, MA I had an especially peaceful walk this afternoon. The right amount of silence on this Labor Day weekend in New England, the right amount of sound: a few passing cars, one plane humming overhead, a dog barking in the distance, and then all of nature. No, mowers or blowers, no enormous trucks thumping by. None. Ah, Labor Day.
I’m especially sensitive and sympathetic to all of this as I think of the many war zones around the planet, and of the thousands of children who have fled, literally for their lives, across the borders, or who are homeless in their own countries. From where I live, from my walk around the neighborhood, it is easy to think love on this awesome end of August day That’s the least I can do; maybe it’s the most I can do. What if everyone did just that? The difference is love
I’m especially sensitive and sympathetic to all of this as I think of the many war zones around the planet, and of the thousands of children who have fled, literally for their lives, across the borders, or who are homeless in their own countries. From where I live, from my walk around the neighborhood, it is easy to think love on this awesome end of August day That’s the least I can do; maybe it’s the most I can do. What if everyone did just that? The difference is love