I have made a commitment to write a daily essay here besides personal journaling for myself. I write because a Writer must write or we don’t feel well. This is because the words of truth as we experience it, having been born from the powerful  Womb of deep silence, if closeted,  become too heavy or filled with energy to not allow them passage into the world.  Hopefully on ordinary days, sharing those words will touch others in some way with inspiration, comfort or solidarity.

But today I cannot easily find the words to comfort or inspire either you or me. The Writer’s womb is too dark with grief. It is another day in the dissolution of America when we grieve another of the now endless experience of mass shootings and the blatantly corrupt and passive present “leadership” that does nothing but  speak empty words of “thoughts and prayers”, while blocking any legislation necessary to take assault weapons out of our society.

We cry. The Angels cry with us. And to tell the truth, “thoughts and prayers” offer no comfort right now. 

I have wonderful adult children and their families, I have young lovely talented grandchildren in schools just like the ones where these tragedies are taking place…and I deeply grieve for the parents who have lost their children yesterday, last week, the past several months ago and over the past irretrievable years.

At the same time I selfishly am thankful that it was not my children, my grandchildren, my friends,or myself. This time.  And I feel guilty for feeling that gratitude.

There are no more words waiting to be born about this right now.

But I wrote anyway, so I guess I have fulfilled my promise to be faithful to this craft.

 **In sorrow and solidarity from Christine,  The Greening Spirit

 

 

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