I need a photograph of hell. I get through the tough times with my camera. Today instead of capturing the bright sun, and brilliant blue sky, I needed to envision the underworld. I bet it would be swirls of blood red mixed with black and chartreuse. For that is what I saw this morning when an ugly situation, I've hope, prayed, wished had been resolved with negotiation, discussion and consequences, raised its menacing head.
I have thrown down the gauntlet. I have made my rules and expectations quite clear. I have drawn the line at the door to my house; a safe place where love abides. If the line is crossed the door will be locked. And I will forget those for whom the door is closed.
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