Sadhvi

There are times when I feel helpless.  There are times when I feel like I have to go inside and find some sense of serenity.  I think today is one of those times.  A friend sent me some pictures of the BP Oil Disaster.  My heart feels like it is breaking.  Another friend who lives down by the Florida Panhandle told me that hundreds of people, strangers and friends alike, walk down to the beach every morning at sunrise.  To say good-bye to the beach.  There is not much talking.  It feels like a funeral.  I have seen posts on YouTube from people who have some very good ideas on how to help clean up the oil spill.  And put some hard-working American people to work.  Which would also be a good thing.  I don’t think anyone in the government is too interested.  I could be wrong.  I hope so.