Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We met our daughter and her two boys at a park we hadn't been to yet, which is amazing, as we have searched high and low for new places to go. It was a beautiful day, sunny and 79 degrees. We srolled the baby, watched the geese in a huge pond, walked along the bay shoreline, sat on a grassy hill, and ate lunch outside on a picnic bench far from others. Though there were mamy people out (I joked to my husband that the news of the variant had brought the whole world out to encounter it), people wore masks, were careful about distancing, and we felt safe. We could see three bridges, the city skyline ( which might as well be in another country for all we ever get near it) and came back home tired in a good way. I once marched in said city with MLK and Coretta Scott King. I was living and working in Fiji when he was killed, and my employers (Marist Brothers of New Zealand) were apalled at the violence of my country. I replied that we'd always been violent, and I'd always abhorred it. He was so young! His children had to grow up without him, and Coretta came into her own after his death and distinguished herself. His voice in instantly recognizable, and the poetry of it still sings. I'm so glad we do the right thing in honoring his birthday.