In the season of light...
An ugly act stopped life today in a beautiful Connecticut town.
When I turned on the television during lunch, a breaking news story was on many channels. At first, the reports were about a single shooting incident, a person shot in the foot at a school in a nearby town. I could picture a teacher taking a weapon from a young child who might not have understood the danger.
Within minutes, a far more disturbing picture was emerging. Part of me wanted to shut off the TV, but I couldn't. I clicked back and forth, back and forth, across the channels and their conflicting information. When the extent of the devastation was finally being reported by all, I felt sick to my stomach. Tiny little children and their teachers. So many families affected---so much loss.
Then, I felt angry. The story seemed a ditto of too many others from recent years. The same question screams. Why can't we recognize the patterns soon enough, of those who are crossing over to the dark side? And if we could recognize the patterns, would most people take constructive action?
I had to go outside ---do something physical. Back and forth, I carried and spread the leaf mulch over my bare gardens. No wind. No sound. I tried to concentrate on my task. When I looked up, streaks of color were painting the western sky. So blazing a display it became that I'd like to think the universe was saluting those 27 people that were taken today. I pray they are in a better place.
When I turned on the television during lunch, a breaking news story was on many channels. At first, the reports were about a single shooting incident, a person shot in the foot at a school in a nearby town. I could picture a teacher taking a weapon from a young child who might not have understood the danger.
Within minutes, a far more disturbing picture was emerging. Part of me wanted to shut off the TV, but I couldn't. I clicked back and forth, back and forth, across the channels and their conflicting information. When the extent of the devastation was finally being reported by all, I felt sick to my stomach. Tiny little children and their teachers. So many families affected---so much loss.
Then, I felt angry. The story seemed a ditto of too many others from recent years. The same question screams. Why can't we recognize the patterns soon enough, of those who are crossing over to the dark side? And if we could recognize the patterns, would most people take constructive action?
I had to go outside ---do something physical. Back and forth, I carried and spread the leaf mulch over my bare gardens. No wind. No sound. I tried to concentrate on my task. When I looked up, streaks of color were painting the western sky. So blazing a display it became that I'd like to think the universe was saluting those 27 people that were taken today. I pray they are in a better place.
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