Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
Do you remember that poignant old love song "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes?" I first heard it when I was in ninth grade and it was sung by a classmate who had a stunning singing voice.
Today it came to mind because my eyes are watering from the smoke in the air here where I live in New Mexico, in the southwestern United States. I don't know where the smoke is coming from exactly, a distant forest fire someplace that is no threat to us. But the minute I step outside, the air is so smoky that I come right back in. We normally have a nice view across the valley of the town we live in, to mountains that are close by. I can see them still but only through a gray haze.
My husband got out the air filter we bought several years ago for just such occasions. It's in the living room, cleaning the air throughout our small house. Luckily I have no need to go out. I'll just keep working at home. Errands can be postponed.
It's appropriate, somehow, to be feeling confined on this particular day. June 20 is World Refugee Day, something the United Nations created years ago. Located about a two-hour drive from the U.S. - Mexican border, our community is keenly aware of refugees.
Immigrants who have been let in by the U.S. officials are taken to the fairgrounds of a town midway between us and the border. They stay there a day or more before traveling to their destinations, usually the homes of relatives who will take them in. One of my friends has cooked for them there at the fairgrounds. A pastor from our church was spotted playing checkers with one of the children.
I'm thinking that where there is suffering, there is so often compassion.
We see that all the time here on WA. Someone shares a problem... it could be confusion about website technicalities, a health concern, anything. So quickly, others chime in with advice, links, good wishes, encouragement.
So my eyes are watering still. They may water all day. But it's from tears of gratitude mixed in with the smoke that gets in my eyes.