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  • It's Sunday morning and
    I've got cobbler on the brain.
    I'm not sure why but I'm just craving cobbler!

    It makes me think of summer in Iowa, and playing flashlight tag at night, running through the neighbors back yards, with bare feet sliding through the grass. The sight of fireflies lighting the night sky.

    Or days coming home from swimming with my skin sunburned but feeling so good from being exhausted by the fun. Sometimes then, my father would be barbecuing, and food smells so good then, when its outside. Mom would have a fresh cobbler baking in the oven.
    And you just knew that something good was coming.

    Dad sometimes churned homemade ice cream to go with the cobbler. The rich berries and fresh peaches warm with the pastry crust topping and dad's rich vanilla ice cream melting over the heat of the berries.

    I'm not naive.
    I hear the bad news,
    the same as you.
    I see it frequently in my work.
    One writer said, ... all the news is bad - there is no hopeful news.

    As the song goes,
    "you've got to be carefully taught" - to hate people who are different than you, who have different faces, different thoughts, different lifestyles, different religions, different ideals.
    And we are taught.
    And it is tremendously difficult
    ...to shake it.
    Nearly impossible at times.

    Then, sometimes the hate takes over, because its really fear
    and the need to have control - ...because of the fear.
    And we are blinded by it.

    But maybe...we need to hear the good news, the hope. To open our eyes and see the multitude of tiny lights exuded by the fireflies.

    Maybe we need more warm cobbler. I think I'll have some today. Won't you join me?
    _________
    Ps. Yes, I know everyone can't have warm cobbler ... but, it's a state of mind, you see.
    A state of mind.
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