Today, 27 lives were tragically ripped from this world, 20 of them young children, in a school shooting in Newtown, CT. I will not go into details. That can be found elsewhere. I only want to make a brief statement about it.
I can only hint at imagining what the families are going through right now. I couldn't stop crying watching the news. Right now I'm praying with every breath, and it seems so trite to even attempt to pray for healing, because with something this horrific, recovery is so distant. But the pain is now. And what else can one do when one is so far with nothing in the world to offer that would make any of it go away?
So I'm praying love, praying hugs, praying the tears of a nation if not a world to bathe those wounds. And gratitude, praying gratitude like you wouldn't believe, for the gifts of my loved ones and my beautiful boy, and gratitude for the first responders, police, paramedics, 911 dispatchers, clergy, volunteers, and especially the teachers who stood in the line of fire to save lives, for some at the cost of their own. And I'm praying the Light of All that Is that now embraces those spirits, young and old, where there is no fear, pain, or suffering. It doesn't matter your faith or lack thereof. You can hold someone in the compassion of your heart even if you never see or meet them. Sometimes it's all you can do.
Further,
with the whole stupid Mayan "end of the world" thing and
and having read multiple posts on Facebook of people wondering if the "world really should end if
stuff like this happens," we forget that there is a lot of good in this
world, a lot of compassion, a hell of a lot of courage that sends people
into the line of fire to protect another. One sick person created this
tragedy in CT, but there are a hell of a lot of people rushing in and
saying "I'm going to do whatever the hell I can to make this just a
little better for those who suffered so much." I heard of a fire
department in FL who offered to take a shift so that the first
responders could take time to deal with their own personal needs during
this tragedy.
One psycho versus hundreds if not thousands or hundreds of
thousands if you count a nation that is praying and mourning with these
poor folks; one stain versus a long tapestry of compassion, love,
beauty, and courage. I am disgusted and horrified by what happened, but I
love each and every person who stepped up and is still stepping up to
help in this worst of times. Horror makes headlines, but love,
compassion, and courage happen every single day without a single trumpet
to announce it. Remember that.
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