Saturday, June 9, 2012


I've been reflecting on the violence of the last week. Five people in Seattle were killed by a mentally ill man as they went about their business on an ordinary day. I thought of Mary Oliver's poem, The Summer Day. It is my favorite of her poems. The last few lines seem pertinent now.

Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

Flowers left in memory of the victims killed at Cafe Racer on May 31, 2012