I go somewhere else. I'm sitting here thinking of my life and wondering why I feel so numb. It's because I've been numbing. I see more headlines more photos of bloody babies. I want to scream. I feel so helpless that all that comes out is shaking hands, sending them light and trying to move on with my day. To my baby who's learning about the world who now knows the continents on the world map. I lay our hands over Israel, Gaza, Palestine over the land I found out a few years ago runs in my own lineage of blood. My baby's first association with the word Murder is the murder of grows flying over our house this time of year. My baby's first association with the word Kill is his love for Killer Whales. I don't know what to do with this, other than whale cry and wish for peace for these babies. To hold them in my heart and in my arms.