So much has been shared since that tragedy. I’ll try to be brief.
Of all the national tragedies, this one did me in. It changed the world for me, this loss of innocence.
The world I once knew is gone. I miss that. I miss the way things were.
I’m so so sad for our children. For us all.
At first, I felt only darkness inside.
Slowly, I’m emerging. Trying to find light.
I’ve realized that we must love more, shine more, create more beauty. It is imperative.
How? As Mother Theresa said, “Do small things with great love.”
To me this means to give to others. In small ways.
To surprise my son’s baseball team with cookies after practice.
To smile and talk to strangers at the store.
To reach out to people.
To be energy shifters. To send a positive force out into the universe so that it ripples to places and in ways we aren’t even aware of.
To constantly look for ways to make the world a better place. Everywhere. Every day. All the time.
I’m going to start small. Right now I don’t know what else to do.
I have never felt such anger and outrage. I want to scream.
I’m scared too.
I want mothers to stand up and take over the universe. We create life, dammit! We are infinitely powerful. WE are more powerful than the NRA and any politician. Women need to shake the silence of centuries and demand change NOW. We are the lifegivers. Creators. It is time we reclaim this title and know our power.
I want to weep and kiss the feet of those teachers–those incredible heroes.
I’ve also never felt so much love for my family and friends. My capacity to love has grown.
Those children and teachers did change the world.
Through so much pain, this is the only comfort I have found.