Thank you for this, Gretta. Your words reflect what has been on my mind since I first heard about this beautiful human’s killing. Moments like this demand more than silence or abstraction. They demand that we name the loss, honor the life, and refuse to look away from the pain that was inflicted.
So true but the other truth is how hard it is to look, how hard it is to not just curl up and grieve the realities that make this possible. We're stunned because it happened in America, but in truth, it happens everywhere and most of the time, we don't know, we aren't told, and when we are told, too often we look away to spare the breaking of our hearts. Some days, it's just damned hard to be human.
I so appreciate you putting into words what I never could — esp your grief around what created this man’s horrific actions. It’s posts like yours that build a loving community for people to turn to for comfort.
It is rarely just time out. It is time needed to hold pain, to regroup one's own heart, to find whatever possibility of love and courage we have to offer. We do that in the silence, in the periods of unfeeling. Our bodies are intelligent; they take us to a place where healing can happen, with or without our consent. ❤️
There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure but a series of small insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state,but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto.
In that understanding,there is a profound loneliness ...
I so relate to her words. And I feel for the so many who, until they hit puberty, or their family split, or someone died, or they began to choose their own books and learned that the world was not the bubble they had been taught to carefully explore, find themselves marooned and at a loss. I read 1984 when I was 9. It was just there, on a shelf in my home, and looked like an interesting read. There was other stuff, too, but what that innocent choice put in my consciousness left me bereft of my childhood.
No message from the president to the law abiding citizens or the family and children of Renee Good.? We would have one IF it had happened here,( or similar.) ?? What we expect as a norm in a civilised country.
I cannot think of any leader of a democratic country who would not have responded empathically even if it had to be written for them.
Thank you for this, Gretta. Your words reflect what has been on my mind since I first heard about this beautiful human’s killing. Moments like this demand more than silence or abstraction. They demand that we name the loss, honor the life, and refuse to look away from the pain that was inflicted.
So true but the other truth is how hard it is to look, how hard it is to not just curl up and grieve the realities that make this possible. We're stunned because it happened in America, but in truth, it happens everywhere and most of the time, we don't know, we aren't told, and when we are told, too often we look away to spare the breaking of our hearts. Some days, it's just damned hard to be human.
I so appreciate you putting into words what I never could — esp your grief around what created this man’s horrific actions. It’s posts like yours that build a loving community for people to turn to for comfort.
Thank you, Jana. We are all Ambassadors for hope but it is sometimes very hard to remember that. ❤️
We need to know.We didn,t know about it
Too often we aren't told, some of the dreadful cruelty We don't know and when we do we shut it down because there are no answers. Just some time out.
It is rarely just time out. It is time needed to hold pain, to regroup one's own heart, to find whatever possibility of love and courage we have to offer. We do that in the silence, in the periods of unfeeling. Our bodies are intelligent; they take us to a place where healing can happen, with or without our consent. ❤️
There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure but a series of small insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state,but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto.
In that understanding,there is a profound loneliness ...
Virginia Woolf.
I so relate to her words. And I feel for the so many who, until they hit puberty, or their family split, or someone died, or they began to choose their own books and learned that the world was not the bubble they had been taught to carefully explore, find themselves marooned and at a loss. I read 1984 when I was 9. It was just there, on a shelf in my home, and looked like an interesting read. There was other stuff, too, but what that innocent choice put in my consciousness left me bereft of my childhood.
A Writers Diary. Reference also in The Marginalia.M Popova.
Time out to grieve.
No message from the president to the law abiding citizens or the family and children of Renee Good.? We would have one IF it had happened here,( or similar.) ?? What we expect as a norm in a civilised country.
Thank you for sharing this, Gretta. I had and still have no words.
Thank you, Gretta, for holding on to radical hope.
Sending hugs, if you'd like them.
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I am always open tp hugs. Thanks for sharing your heart.
I don,t get why some people are giving Trump credibility?