Lola and I are eating her superb rendition of Pino Luongo’s Penne Alla Rozza when outside the dining room window, a dozen crows swarm twenty feet overhead in close pursuit of a single hawk. The predator settles into the dense trees and one by one the individual black birds turn back and fly south. It strikes me this scene has been enacted thousands of times over millions of years. A timely reminder the reality of conflict, territory, friend and foe predate our understanding of the present and how the imperative to love thy enemy seems so paradoxical.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Easter Dinner 2007
Lola and I are eating her superb rendition of Pino Luongo’s Penne Alla Rozza when outside the dining room window, a dozen crows swarm twenty feet overhead in close pursuit of a single hawk. The predator settles into the dense trees and one by one the individual black birds turn back and fly south. It strikes me this scene has been enacted thousands of times over millions of years. A timely reminder the reality of conflict, territory, friend and foe predate our understanding of the present and how the imperative to love thy enemy seems so paradoxical.
