I'm still kind of numb after the massacre in Lewiston. Bewildered. I know there's grief in me, and I know it would be healing to feel it, but it's not moving. Thanks to those of you who are moving it.
Thanks Andrew. “Bewildered numbness.” An appropriate description of where I am about all this too. At times wanting him dead. At other times actually feeling pity for someone in so much pain that this seemed like a good idea. It’s all real in the moment, and the moment changes. Mostly now it’s just a state of what the hell to do with a world gone mad. So much fear causing so much pain and so many panicked responses. Pray for grace.
I always feel more OK with my truth after reading yours, Andrew. Thank you. I too am in a space of bewildered numbness. Thank you for letting that be OK. I know my tears will come when they will.
How I wish I could have read your thoughtful comments when Hillendale Road was the focus of a manhunt. We were cloistered, worried, securing our homes, closing our schools, wishing for Police success and hoping for more dogs to be added to the hunt. Our quiet little secure nest was violated, and the discomfort we felt was visceral. So I sure hope you get to sit with those returning to school to share your feelings about grief.
So shocking, to have our sense of safety disrupted. It's so wild to me to remember that so many millions of people are living in chronic states of unsafety. It is a blessing to have a nest and to be able to tend it well and to be allowed to do so by others. We are at the mercy of each other and the earth. If only we knew how to respect the power we have over each other. Histories of violence make this healing work difficult. So so glad to have you here and in my life, Carol. Big love.
Honestly and beautifully reflected. Helping me in my own.
Love hearing of the ways you are more authentically stepping into yourself at work 🙏🏼. What a gift to have you there.
so beautiful, Andrew. Thank you for this.
Thanks Andrew. “Bewildered numbness.” An appropriate description of where I am about all this too. At times wanting him dead. At other times actually feeling pity for someone in so much pain that this seemed like a good idea. It’s all real in the moment, and the moment changes. Mostly now it’s just a state of what the hell to do with a world gone mad. So much fear causing so much pain and so many panicked responses. Pray for grace.
Thank you for this truth prayer, Richard. Really appreciating what you're sharing here in the Courtyard. More prayers and poems from you, please!
I always feel more OK with my truth after reading yours, Andrew. Thank you. I too am in a space of bewildered numbness. Thank you for letting that be OK. I know my tears will come when they will.
With you, and so glad for that. Together, finding our way into and through it all.
Dearest Andrew
How I wish I could have read your thoughtful comments when Hillendale Road was the focus of a manhunt. We were cloistered, worried, securing our homes, closing our schools, wishing for Police success and hoping for more dogs to be added to the hunt. Our quiet little secure nest was violated, and the discomfort we felt was visceral. So I sure hope you get to sit with those returning to school to share your feelings about grief.
Love you 🐶♥️
So shocking, to have our sense of safety disrupted. It's so wild to me to remember that so many millions of people are living in chronic states of unsafety. It is a blessing to have a nest and to be able to tend it well and to be allowed to do so by others. We are at the mercy of each other and the earth. If only we knew how to respect the power we have over each other. Histories of violence make this healing work difficult. So so glad to have you here and in my life, Carol. Big love.