When Words Are Gone
Angel of Grief (Photo credit: eklektik2xs ) I have spent the last two days trying to wrap my head around the horrific tragedy that took place, not more than 200 miles from our home. As a writer, I felt called to write something...but nothing came. As a mother and grandmother, I felt called to say something...but nothing came. As a seminarian, I felt called to do something...and, when the moment came, I did what felt best. I hugged those closest to me; I told those, who I could not hug, that they were loved; and I sat down to share this on my blog. Someone said to me, yesterday, that the world has become crazier. I responded, after a brief pause with, "No it hasn't, we just hear about the craziness quicker and more often, now. The world has always been this crazy." Think about it...50 years ago, we had to wait at least 24 hours to hear about a major event happening in the US, it took even longer if the event was somewhere overseas. Today, not onl...