It would be remiss of me not to comment on the events of our neighbors to the south.
I’m so exhausted, and I don’t even live there, but this new social media ruled world has shrunk us and I feel the brutality as if it was happening at my own doorstep. I have friends in Atlanta. I have friends in Dallas.
Making it all worse is the election which, instead of humanizing the candidates, has been further sensationalizing them as they capitalize as best they can with sound bites derived from their staff of writers.
The more I see, the more I hear, Trump is looking more and more like Richard Dawson’s character from The Running Man. It’s almost 2017, is that where we are headed?
I ache. While we, blessed Canadians, have entered into seemingly a new era of acceptance and inclusion, America has become a powder keg of anger and violence and sorrow on an endless loop.
I am not a religious woman. But I am a spiritual person and I pray for something to change. I pray for understanding where there is hateful ignorance. I pray for solidarity and love where there is division and hurt. I pray for all my American friends and for the lives of the families of all the victims.
This is not the world we want. This is not the world any of us want.