Peace is a concept that has changed dramatically for me since experiencing the war here. It's something I believed in a very idealistic way. It's something I believe in now, even more so, in a very realistic way. Peace for me isn't the absence of war, the rumors of war, or the threat of war. What it is, for me, is a state of being. Yet 'peacetime' here has given me a schooling of sorts. Peacetime can be harder than wartime. The initial transition from war to peace was easy, I think. It was jubilation..until it wasn't. If post-war is peace, then that is what this section is about. Our triumphs and tribulations from Dayton until today. The good, the bad, the ugly.
This was supposed to be a continuation of a family's reunion. That was my intention. But it's gonna have to wait another day I'm afraid. Something else came to mind. And continues to do so. So I will go with the proverbial flow. Newtown. The name doesn't seem to want to leave. Sometimes it's replaced […]
I never usually have to ponder much the topic of a blog. It simply comes in its own time, leaving me to run to the laptop and release. I'm fighting it a bit today. The only thing that consistently comes to mind at the moment is guns. I don't want to write about guns right […]