Okay, it looks like today is going to be a bit melancholy — just, well, a little on the glum side. The West Virginia mining tragedy, which seems to have been made even more tragic by the dissemination of bad information (an understatement, obviously, for which I apologize but lack the vocabulary to correct, it appears) weighs heavily on my mind. Being from the south, I’ve only read about the mining industry or seen it portrayed in movies. And I guess because what I read, hear, or see is the bad side of the industry — the cave-ins, the black lung disease, etc. — I’m tempted to say there has to be a better way of doing things. But I know better. I live in a state with poor economic conditions, and sometimes, dangerous work is the only work. So I know that it’s not only a way of life for that part of the country but the only way that many families survive. And it appears to me that these mining towns are close-knit communities, so this disaster is hard on everyone. My prayers are with all those folks.
Then Tiff, in one of the best posts I’ve read of late, reflects upon her dad’s untimely death. Which, in turn, made me miss my own dad. Sooooooooooo, it’s one of those days.

But you know, it’s okay. We can be this way sometimes. We don’t always have to be “up.” We don’t always have to be the life of the party, the class clown. We can be retrospective, pensive. It’s good for the soul. Kinda lets you take an inventory of your life, your emotions, even your baggage.

A little time-out for the soul is actually good for the soul.