These days have been surreal. With the heaviest hearts, mourning the loss of precious children and their teachers and principal, yesterday JB and I bought a Christmas tree, strung bough and lights on our fence, put lights around a peace sign, cleaned up the garden, made cookies. It was a rare day without other demands, a quiet day appreciating these little acts and too, grieving not just the loss of life, but the reality that rising random violence chokes our communities and breaks our hearts.
It's a stressful unspeakable time in the world. I don't like to say that: I am an optimist and activist and I believe problems can be solved. But I too know there is now unsettled trouble in my country and in the world. Guns. Video violence. Not enough support for mental health. Stalemate.
And yet, we must live our lives.
How can I not be heartbroken? And yet I made cookies and decorated them and ate three and gave thanks. This is our human condition, don't you think so? We have reason to cry and we have reason to love.
Don't waste a moment.