I don’t know who’s place it is to share what.
The momentum that has built from the over inundated blood drives in Thousand Oaks where so many people showed up only to be turned away in response to the the shooting tragedy, to the immediate fires of Woosley and Hill - with no time for grieving, some - no time for escaping. We’ve had some hits and it feels harder this time, closer to the heart. The world makes us tender, and perhaps with every hit of the mallet, we do indeed soften.
I have so much to say, about all of it. I have so many perspectives and scales and weights on both ends. So many feelings and thoughts and questions. And then I simply find myself running around in the midst of it all clawing for my actions to have any real meaning. To take root. To make any tangible difference, and - am I doing enough? Is it ever really enough? Then I must go back to calm - sitting; breath. For all those who have lost in this, my heart sings quietly a prayer not limited to words, it is fluid and thick - like water. You must try harder to keep your wick lit in the wind. Please, be with those around you. Not just your family; anyone you meet. Make eye contact, real eye contact. Ask how they are doing, look deeper into them and ask them how they are feeling. Put a hand on their shoulder. The way out is through - through the heat, through the flame, through the ash. It’s not important to be okay right now. It’s only important to be real and raw, even if it’s uncomfortable. Even if it’s too vulnerable, that’s what we need. Vulnerability. We can’t shut each other out, we must rest our grief in the circle of the room and asked that it be viewed by all in attendance. To become soothed by acknowledgement. To be invited into embraces, to be held, in whatever way we may need.
Promise me, you’ll turn to your left — and love on that person. Turn to your right, repeat.
Spend time with your children, play silly games, tell your partner how deeply appreciative you are for their affection.
Say I love you.
Say I’m sorry.
Say Thank you.
Say I forgive you.
Say whatever is sitting in your belly.
And embrace the awkwardness that unfolds from change.
Try to keep smiling. It’s a superpower!❤