Sitting this morning with all the death.
I'll finish a piece soon, but for now I'm reflecting on the human instinct to rush to rationalize everything.
If someone says X people died, there are many who leap to comparison or deflection, like it's a competition.
(Probably, because they've been living with gamified death tolls for a long, long time.)
But it *is* possible just to sit with the fact that X number of people aren't with us anymore.
Full stop.
We are a long way from a kinder world.
@MLClark I was talking to my Dad today about much the same thing.
"There's so much ugly out there. I've been keeping my head down, working on my novel, working on my trip, and then I happen to look up and there's all this death. It's breathtaking, and sad and there's not a thing I can do to stop it, which feels, awful, but what I fear is, there is nothing anyone can do to stop it. More people are going to die and keep dying."
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Oh, but what a gift to be able to name it.
So many people haven't the words to describe what's eating away at them, or what's wearing down their daily resolve.
So it comes out in anger.
It comes out in prejudice, too.
But here you're speaking the True Names of this hurting world.
And it may not feel like much, but that clarity can cut through hate & let grief guide us back to what matters most.
So thank you for putting it to words, & for sharing your words with others too.