This morning I’m trying to reconcile the difference between the lady in South Carolina who murdered her two little boys and Seth Godin.
I was thinking of Shaquan Duley (the mom) last night. How when I heard what she had done it gave me chills – and I felt appalled. Then when I saw her picture on the Internet how it just filled me with sadness. I must confess, I’m hypersensitive enough so that stories like this upset me too much and so I don’t know many details. What I do know is that her picture told me a whole lot. about pain, despair and hopelessness.
Then this morning I read Seth Godin’s superb blog about actively seeking inspiration, rather than passively waiting for it to alight on your shoulder. I thought of all the great inspiring people whom I read (books, blogs, Facebook ‘fan pages’) – people like Marianne Williamson, Wayne Dyer, Sonia Choquette, Wayne Muller, the Dalai Lama – on and on.
What do they have in common – Shaquan and Seth?
That’s the point – what I’m mulling over.
Years ago I read Richard Bach’s book One in which he talks about “The City of Love and The City of Hate” – that there are differing realities. His posit is that we can choose which one to inhabit. I certainly believe that for those of us who have some modicum of emotional/spiritual/financial foundations and the attendant safety nets of family/spiritual community/community.
But is that true for Shaquan?
This week in my upper-middle-class suburb a 17-year-old boy committed suicide – stepping in front of a commuter train right near our high school’s football field (which the school calls “the field of dreams” – hmm….). His foundations would seem to have been far richer, in all senses than Shaquan’s. But his despair rivalled hers, it would seem.
If people don’t know about The City of Love, or don’t believe it is REALLY there, or that they are worthy of entrance, the City of Hate looks like the only alternative – that, or death.
How can we provide a map?