The Worst Punishment


 

This blog is another one of my attempts to get conversation going (civil) and sharing ideas about a horrible crime. I am talking about the Boston Marathon Bomber. A young nineteen year old supposedly drawn into a heinous plot by his older brother to blow up innocent people and children.

 

He has been found guilty of thirty counts. The jury deliberated for eleven hours. I think the jury came to the right decision. Next week, the sentencing phase will begin. It is expected to last as long as the trial did. I have heard commenters say that if he doesn’t receive the death penalty, he will be put in a western maximum prison where bombers are kept. He would be in his tiny cell twenty three hours every day until he dies of natural causes.

 

I have been thinking about the death penalty and I know that all of you will not agree with me. That is what I want: the exchange of ideas, thoughts and emotions. Death will bring the end of his life. Will it bring the dead back to life? No. Will extremities reform at the moment he takes his last breath? No. But death will bring an end to what is going on inside in his head. He sat quiet and unresponsive during the trial. I am sure his attorney told him to sit and not react. At nineteen, he is only just beginning to be the man he was destined to be.

 

Though stoic, he did write he wanted to be a martyr. I don’t think we should give him that martyrdom. Martyrs can inspire others to follow in his/her steps.

 

The prison where they put the bombers is in Florence, California.  If sent there, the Boston Marathon Bomber will be alone for twenty three hours a day. No contact with other humans.  This boy is nineteen. Each year he faces twenty three hours a day to think. To remember what he did. To remember what was said against him in the trial. To fall asleep, and have his nightmares populated by the faces of those he killed or maimed. Twenty three hours is a long time to sit alone with nothing to do. A month of twenty three hours a day is a long time.

 

A year of twenty three hours is quite long. To live through all of these hours and to know there are fifty to seventy more years to survive. Each minute filled with sixty seconds, each hour filled with sixty minutes. Twenty three hours alone. Granting him the death penalty, instead of a life sentence without possibly of parole and death seems like we would be protecting him from having to live with what he has done.

 

What do you, my readers, think? How do you feel about this? I do believe he will suffer more with a life long stay in jail that in a death that would end his suffering and his penalty. He wants to die. He wants to be a martyr and have  a platform.  Is it right to give him what he wants?

 

 

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Tsarnaev found guilty of thirty counts today in Boston.

 Tsarnaev convicted of thirty counts in Boston

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Boston Marathon 2013

Guest Blog with an Update


Hi, all!

It’s The Sister, again.

Our dear IdealisticRebel had another set of back treatments today, and is presently unable to sit at the computer to type her blog.

Barbara will be back in a couple of days.

 

LUCCIANO PIZZICHINI


In my continuing efforts to show the brilliance of the next generation to the world, please enjoy this interlude with Lucciano Pizzichini, a guitar prodigy of 7 years old, who gives a beautiful rendition of a song by Carlos Santana….in front of Carlos Santana!

I hope you had a great weekend!

 

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Beginning Today


Poems of Praise

Beloved is the One Who spoke and all things came to be!

Beloved are You!
Beloved is the One who created

all in the beginning!
Beloved is the One Who speaks and acts!

Beloved, Who determines and fulfills!

 

Beloved, Who deals kindly with the world!

Beloved, Who acts kindly towards all creatures!

 

Beloved, Who responds with good to those in awe!

Beloved, Who removes the dark and brings the light!

 

Beloved is the One Who lives eternally.

Beloved, Who delivers and redeems!  Beloved are You and Your name!

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Iris and Rhody

Blue Iris – Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

 

 

Starting today….

I will open my mind and heart to others in need.

I will try my hardest to do my best.

I will make new friends.

I will take the advice I get from those who care.

I must learn to be myself, and love myself.

I will listen to more music and write more music.

I will try to make somebody’s day a little bit better.

I will have fun!

I can express myself.

I will write about my feelings.

I will reflect on the past.

I will look towards the future because it is coming soon.

 

Today is the day I will begin

I will continue to smile.

I will dream about tomorrow.

I will challenge myself.

I shall travel to new places and see new things.

 

I will do more good deeds.

You see, these are the things

I hope for so much.

I will live; I will love; I will learn;

and I will pray.

 

–Andrea Levick

 

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Rainbow – Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

 

 

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Wishing everyone a Peaceful and Harmonious Weekend

Namaste

Barbara

 

Happy Passover


Tonight is the first night of the Passover Festival, celebrated by Jews around the world.  It is a time of remembering when the Jews were slaves in Egypt.  God used Moses and Aaron to free them.  That would have been enough (Dayenu) but then God parted the Red Sea and allowed them to pass dry, preventing the Egyptians from following.  That would have been enough (Dayenu) but he fed them for 40 years in the desert before bringing them to the promised land.

Passover is a holiday of celebration, the celebration of Freedom.

The Freedom to live and worship as you please.  The Freedom, sometimes, to have a little fun with it all.

Enjoy this video and have a Happy Passover.

 

My Dream


I have a dream, a dream of peace. My dream is a world without borders between countries. Mother Earth would be one endless landscape where all are welcome and appreciated. My world would have new priorities. People would see themselves in others and therefore would not work to hurt or disparage others.

 

Resources would be willingly shared with all no matter what they look like or who they love. I dream that the homo sapiens would face challenges in our world together. No one looking to be more or have more than other people.

 

I dream of a world where communities are not deliberately fragmented. No one must do without because it is inconceivable not to share. It matters to each of us that we all have what we need to thrive and enjoy success.

 

As I watched the mountains turn a little more green each day, I was mesmerized by all the shades of green and the light. It shimmered and shined across the mountains. The peacefulness was healing and inspiring. Each day, a different kind of tree began to bloom. From the bottom of my heart, I was filled with gratitude for being able to watch life come out of its long winter sleep. There were many people around me who were sharing the same experience. A smile here, a nod there and we knew that we were filled with gratitude and love for our planet.

 

Mother Earth was a gift given to humans from the Universe. Each blade of grass, each leaf on trees and shrubs, each floral scent carried on the wind is a boon for our lives. Life is precious and it is found everywhere. We are charged to take care of each other and what we have been given. It is up to us to love and care for everyone. It is up to us to care for everything in our world. We need to be responsible.

 

“Gratitude to Mother Earth, sailing through night and day—

and to her soil: rich, rare, and sweet

in our minds so be it.

 

Gratitude to Plants, the sun-facing light-changing leaf

and fine root-hairs; standing still through the wind

and rain; their dance is in the flowing spiral grain

in our minds so be it.

 

Gratitude to Air, bearing the soaring Swift and the silent

Owl at dawn. Breath of our song

clear spirit breeze

in our minds so be it.

 

Gratitude to Wild Beings, our brothers and sisters, teaching secrets,

freedoms, and ways; who share with us their milk,

self-complete, brave and aware

in our minds so be it.

 

Gratitude to Water; clouds, lakes, rivers, glaciers,

holding or releasing, streaming through all

our bodies salty seas

in our minds so be it.

 

Gratitude to the Sun, blinding pulsing light through

trunks of trees, through mists, warming caves where

bears and snakes sleep-he who wakes us-

in our minds so be it.

 

Gratitude to the Great Sky

who holds billions of stars–and goes yet beyond that-

beyond all powers, and thoughts

and yet is within us-

Grandfather Space. The Mind is his Wife.

so be it.

—Gary Snyder (after a Mohawk prayer)

 

 

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Mountain stream Photographed and copyrighted 2015

Mountain stream
Photographed and copyrighted 2015

 

 

Blue Ridge Mountains Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2015

Blue Ridge Mountains
Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2015