oh jeez do I ever know! I find, for me, focusing less on my anger for the people causing the hurt and more on the love and care I want to show to folks who are on the receiving end is a helpful start, often.
Sometimes the only thing I can do in the face of violence and despair is to go to bed whispering that all life is precious and then get up in the morning willing to keep believing it. Thank you for this, I needed it.
There is a lovely metaphor that is used every Friday nite in most American Jewish homes to teach children the importance of valuing life and respect. 3 short blessings begin the Sabbath meal. The bread, aka challah, is the third and remains covered until its turn. The message is: we don't want it to feel bad about being last. If we care so much about its feelings, how could we care less about making sure it and every living thing stays alive and healthy? More than ever we need to focus on the sanctity of life all life.
I wish I could feel what you're feeling, Garrett. And what many of your readers are feeling. Unfortunately, the words ringing in my ears are not, "life is precious" but rather
“I think it’s worth to have a cost of, unfortunately, some gun deaths every single year so that we can have the Second Amendment to protect our other God-given rights. That is a prudent deal. It is rational.” The person I'm thinking of as I'm mourning what America has turned into is not Charlie Kirk but rather the high school student in Evergreen. Colorado who today is in the hospital in critical condition after a fellow student decided to use his "God-given right" to get a gun and shoot up his school.
I'm sorry. As an every-Sunday church going Christian, it pains me to say this ... Fuck Charlie Kirk. I'm not happy he was killed. I simply feel ... Fuck Charlie Kirk.
Amen. But oh, what a challenge it is to not feed the unkind feelings lurking in my soul right now. Thanks for your essay. It helps.
oh jeez do I ever know! I find, for me, focusing less on my anger for the people causing the hurt and more on the love and care I want to show to folks who are on the receiving end is a helpful start, often.
Thank you for this, Garrett.
Thanks Amara!
Sometimes the only thing I can do in the face of violence and despair is to go to bed whispering that all life is precious and then get up in the morning willing to keep believing it. Thank you for this, I needed it.
that's a beautiful grief ritual
There is a lovely metaphor that is used every Friday nite in most American Jewish homes to teach children the importance of valuing life and respect. 3 short blessings begin the Sabbath meal. The bread, aka challah, is the third and remains covered until its turn. The message is: we don't want it to feel bad about being last. If we care so much about its feelings, how could we care less about making sure it and every living thing stays alive and healthy? More than ever we need to focus on the sanctity of life all life.
A truly lovely metaphor, indeed, Gail.
Beautiful, perfect. Thank you.
Thank you.
Yes. Sad times.
And too many of them.
I wish I could feel what you're feeling, Garrett. And what many of your readers are feeling. Unfortunately, the words ringing in my ears are not, "life is precious" but rather
“I think it’s worth to have a cost of, unfortunately, some gun deaths every single year so that we can have the Second Amendment to protect our other God-given rights. That is a prudent deal. It is rational.” The person I'm thinking of as I'm mourning what America has turned into is not Charlie Kirk but rather the high school student in Evergreen. Colorado who today is in the hospital in critical condition after a fellow student decided to use his "God-given right" to get a gun and shoot up his school.
I'm sorry. As an every-Sunday church going Christian, it pains me to say this ... Fuck Charlie Kirk. I'm not happy he was killed. I simply feel ... Fuck Charlie Kirk.