Broken heart

Do I really need to write a post about all the times in my life my heart has broken?

Maybe.

It is beautiful here in Alpine Country. I usually have the picnic table area above the river and next to the library wi-fi all to myself but today is "volunteer appreciation" day at the library. I have helped set up a couple of canopies so I am invited to share the food.

Anna is here, with her daughter Ari, who, Anna informs me, is the only child in her school that has a peace symbol on her back-pack.

Anna likes my truck. As does Ari. Ari gives me a stick she has been playing with & tells me I can use it to spread peace.

An older white woman joins us & sits next to me, asking about the fire. Yesterday there was a fire in Gardnerville, the closest "big" town from here. She makes a statement about people supposed to be stewards of the earth, telling me it's our job not to destroy it.

May antenna springs up, even tho I've determined I don't have the energy to engage, "As in bombing the earth?" I have to ask.

My friend who lives here tells me she is the outcast, people who live here in 'town' are rabid republicans, pro-war, pro-hunting, pro-bikers, pro-domination of the animals & land here.

The old white woman assures me we don't want to talk about that subject as she claims the forest service needs to be clearing brush to prevent fires - and spraying for bugs.

I cannot engage while my heart is broken. I hurriedly get back to writing, ignoring her.