Betrayal

Along with all Canadians, I am reeling from the news that one of our most elite military commanders has been charged with rape and murder.

I know that one is presumed innocent until proven guilty, and my heart goes out to his wife and any other family members.

In spite of that, I can't help but think that the investigative police involved would not arrest such a high profile Canadian without some pretty substantive proof.

The only word that keeps recurring in my mind, other than the unknown why, is betrayal.

Trust in our military leaders, those who are entrusted with the duty and privilege of keeping us safe, especially in these times of terror and war, is a given. That is no longer a valid assumption.

It makes me question how I can trust anyone, as I recall what my father, who also served in the air force during WWII, told me when I was young. "You can't trust anyone but yourself."

I always thought this was a cynical outlook, especially coming from my Dad, the person I trusted more than anyone, and who throughout my life showed his total love and commitment to my mother, his marriage, our family, and his friends.

Now I have to wonder if he had it right all along, and was only imparting the wisdom of what he had learned on his life's journey. However, I never lost my trust in him as he never let me down.

Waves wash over me once again as I find myself floating back through time.

My days of drifting, which had begun to feel normal, even comfortable, have encountered rough water.

I feel as though I have been temporarily thrown off my journey's course.

My inner compass of faith, hope, and most importantly love, I will trust to reposition me on the path to harmony and balance.