There are days when it’s hard to post, and this is one of them. Like you, I’m heartbroken over the tragedy in Newtown, CT, a place I once spent some time. As a parent, I can’t fathom any of it. Events like the one that occurred Friday recalibrate everything in my life.
So today, I wanted to say just two things. First, I wanted to thank every one of you who works on a mission that in some way seeks to address this kind of horror — especially those of you who support people with mental illness and their families and those of you who comfort the grieving.
Second, I wanted to share these words from a minister I don’t know at all. Whatever your beliefs, I think they might resonate. They did for me. I don’t share this in a religious vein. Only in a human and heartfelt one.
…The very brokenness, the lump, the silent inexpressible grief arising in our collective soul reminds us that we human beings long for something purer than the isolated selfish ways we normally live. When pushed by calamity we want to live with our better selves… Let us hold each other up even as we weep. Let us step out into the darkness, light a candle, say a prayer, forgive, reach out, put our children on the bus, and risk love. We have no alternative. There is no grand scheme; only small actions that light the path, dispel the darkness, and offer renewal.