While the jury deliberates

These are random photos, all but one of which I took in Jamaica last week. I haven't had much energy to post this week, partly because of an intense week at work, and partly because I am emotionally drained by the George Zimmerman trial. My son is very upset that Zimmerman might walk, after stalking 17-year-old Travyon Martin on a rainy night and shooting him square through the chest. Trayvon Martin drew suspicion for no other reason than the color of his skin. Yet the defense says this was not about race. My son knows better. All I can say to him is that anger makes you blind, and he cannot afford to be walking around in this world blinded by anger, not if he is going to concentrate on keeping himself safe. I thought Prosecutor John Guy did a masterful closing argument today, but I'm not sure it will be enough. I can't write about this. Let me caption this assortment of photos instead, which are in no particular order, but which are easy to grab from my phone, so here they are because it is far simpler to circle the wagons with unquestioned full-hearted love.

Photos from top:
1. Devon House, Jamaica, our ancestral home, according to family lore.
2. My daughter and niece sharing an ice cream cone at Devon House.
3. My daughter gave my mother a manicure after her physical therapy session.
4. My niece and the rest of us dined at Usain Bolt's restaurant one evening.
5. My daughter did the Kingston nightlife with her two cousins and many of their friends. They sure were a good-looking crew.
6. Granddaughter pileup or watching the game show network from Grandma's bed.
7. Frozen yogurt (froyo) with the younger cousins.
8. This photo, which is tucked into the margin of the mirror on my mother's dresser, was taken on my girl's first day of preschool.
9. And this one, also on my mom's mirror, shows her father escorting her to her first day of work when she was 18.
10. And one more, of my beloved now-grown babies. I remember someone once told me that having children is like giving your heart permission to walk around outside your body. I now know what she meant.