I remember the event but not how I heard it but it was surreal just the same: John Lennon was shot to death outside the entrance to his New York apartment. I thought “John Lennon murdered! Hell man that’s like killing a bunny or a kitten!”  I couldn’t wrap my mind around it then and I still can’t thirty years later. And I wonder…

I wonder as I listen to the words ” Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can, No need for greed or hunger, A brotherhood of man, Imagine all the people, Sharing all the world…” if  I can Imagine these things. Or maybe it is more along the lines of hoping for these things. I really do at some level but for most of us the reality is a little more jaded, a little more jagged and yes we do think John Lennon was a dreamer. Maybe if I was more child like as John seemed to be how I would feel now. I wonder…

I wonder as I sit here listening to an acoustic version of “Imagine” playing in the back ground if I truly feel blessed to be alive.  What I mean is almost thirty years have passed to the minute of my writing this that I have been alive and he hasn’t. In those thirty years a lot of water has passed under this bridge that is my life. This bridge that begins at birth and some says ends with death but I wonder…..

I wonder if all the wars, famines and all the disasters, natural and man made would have crushed John’s spirit? I know I struggle with all the bad in this world but it seems there always pops up something wondrous to keep the bridge from falling. I wonder….

As I sit here and wonder I have my dog at my feet and a cup of hot green tea with pomegranate sweetened with honey on the shelve beside me. I smell the hint of pomegranate kissing my mind lightly and feel the dog breathing gently against my foot as he sleeps.  My wife just came in to kiss me good night. So yes I am blessed but I think what will the next thirty years hold for us all and I wonder…