You are not alone is a phrase I have used over and over again on this blog in the last three years.
I listened to President Obama say that to a group of Newtown families, community and religious leaders last night.
He was speaking in a high school auditorium about twelve minutes from my home. A national tragedy that was also a very, very local tragedy for me.
I have no words. It is not possible to make sense out of something that in my deepest despair, wildest grief or most intense anger, I could not and would not ever conceive of doing.
Some things are beyond understanding.
I've been resisting impulses to do something.
To just sit with the pain.
Some words that I read from a dear friend, David Forman, yesterday:
"Thinking about why I was pained yesterday by how many of us felt the need to stand on a soap box and yell about gun control . . . The inability to sit with sadness, the recourse to anger and the insistence on quick solution to make it go away-- I feel those impulses too, of course, and said something along those lines in the first hour after the news broke. But, ultimately, I feel that this desire to instantly reassert control over what we cannot understand is part of the problem. If the goal is to remake our society so that children's lives are valued, so that those suffering from mental illness get help, so that guns are removed from the central place they have in our culture, we need to keep our hearts open to the suffering of the parents. We need to let this change us."
Thanks David. Your words help me remember that I am not alone. You are not alone. None of us are alone.
Even when we feel like we are.
I'm going to leave you with some more images I've collected over the years. Sometimes it just helps to look at something beautiful.