Like many of you, I had a plan for today. I had a post written about what to expect on the blog this month. But when I sat down to type it out, I couldn't focus. Partly because I no longer know what to expect.
There are days I avoid the news. I think a lot of us do. It's easy to get sucked in and feel hopeless. From fires and earthquakes to devastating hurricanes, these are the times it's hardest to watch. These are the times I can't look away. Because it's here we find hope.
“WHEN I WAS A BOY AND I WOULD SEE SCARY THINGS IN THE NEWS, MY MOTHER WOULD SAY TO ME, "LOOK FOR THE HELPERS. YOU WILL ALWAYS FIND PEOPLE WHO ARE HELPING.” -FRED ROGERS
When times are tough we look for escapes. I find mine in crafting. I find it in books. And I find it in music. I think that's the worst of it. People coming together to leave their cares, if only for a few hours, to dance, laugh and celebrate life only to have it turn to chaos.
There has already been so much devastation this year with fires, earthquakes, and hurricanes that you forget the capabilities we have to inflict pain on each other. There has been such an outpouring of love and concern for our fellow man that this just seems all the more horrific. There are no words.
It's easy to become numb to it and carry on with our lives, but there are so many families that now have new realities. The numbers are difficult, but the impact goes beyond even those. Each person who attended last night's festival will take with them invisible scars, memories which will haunt them and shape how they see the world around them.
I hope we find the time to be gentler with each other. I hope we all look for the helpers, or if we can't find them, become them ourselves. I hope that in the face of so much darkness we continue to shine.
Sending light and love.