This isn’t what I planned to post today. But then again, how can you schedule a post about the proliferation of hate and carnage wrought by it? You can’t. Good people, like me (and I pray you too), don’t expect a week like the past one, where 13 people are dead simply for being black or Jewish (with many more deaths had those pipe bombs detonated). We’re not naive or Pollyannas but we believe in the goodness of people because we are good. We also expect when hate rears its ugly head for it to be an aberration and to be denounced by ALL. Not defended or even celebrated by those in power. Those who should know better. Those who do know better but spread lies or stay silent because … WHY?
Forgive my absence but these last couple of weeks have been hard. It feels like we are drowning in bad news, standing at the precipice, where how we choose to move forward will change the course of the world. It’s scary and overwhelming to someone who is trying to cling to the light. Who feels deeply adrift and lost. Torn between images and words of unfathomable hate and outpourings of love and support in the wake of the Orlando shootings. Which do I choose?