Good News Friday

The Whistleblower

I first read about the UN’s connection to human trafficking a year ago, and it completely freaked me out. I never wrote on it because I couldn’t find many reliable sources, and the whole topic seemed too huge and disturbing for little ole me. Fortunately, the coverup has garnered recent attention, in no small part thanks to The Whistleblower, a new film starring Rachel Weisz. I can’t wait to see this movie. It opens today in select cities.

(On a side note, if you google The Whistleblower DC, you get a bunch of attorneys for real-life whisteblowers. Gotta love my city’s corrupt bigwigs and the people who bring them down.)

This Picture

I love this joyous picture and the good news it represents.

Homeward Bound

Remember “Homeward Bound,” that choir song everyone and their cousin sang for graduation? If you’ve heard it before perhaps it has haunted your memory since then as it has mine. I sang this song with the West Tennessee Youth Chorus years ago, and have been moved by it recently. The lyrics are so lovely – it’s way too meaningful for a bunch of horny tweens in kids choir.

And the lyrics:

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red,
When the summer’s ceased its gleaming,
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure’s lost its meaning,
I’ll be homeward bound in time.

Bind me not to the pasture;
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow.

If you find it’s me you’re missing,
If you’re hoping I’ll return,
To your thoughts I’ll soon be list’ning,
In the road I’ll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears its end,
And the path I’ll be retracing
When I’m homeward bound again.

Bind me not to pasture;
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow.

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing,
I’ll be homeward bound again.

~

I got a rejection letter today and felt down about it, even though it wasn’t much of a surprise. It was for an Alabama competition and I used some words in there that did not, shall we say, express Southern gentility. But still. So I sucked it up, stomped over to a coffee shop, and wrote a play.

This next week, I’ll be completely unplugged. That’s no phone, no Twitter, no blog. If you need to contact me, don’t. I love you all but you’re not invited. Have a wonderful weekend and a fantastic few days after that!

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