I am sure by now you are aware of the tragic events that unfolded yesterday in Newtown, Connecticut.
My heart is absolutely broken, and I can't even begin to imagine what the families of those children and other victims are experiencing waking up this morning. All of the tomorrows are gone.
A society in which something like this happens is broken.
It's clear that mental health services aren't enough right now. Gun control is laughable. I don't know what the answer is, but how many more times does something like this need to happen before something is done?
I wish for peace and healing for the families in Connecticut this morning and for all mornings to come.
No words that I can write here will ever be enough, either to adequately express my feelings, or to convey what I hope for the future.
The longer I live here, the more impatient I become with the normal happenings in larger cities and towns. We went "south" this past weekend, and traffic and lines and bustling people just served to make me a little more unhinged.
Here I have my wide open space, my quiet, little to no traffic, and shorter lines. I feel that down there I am driven to go, go, go, and here I don't have to do anything if I don't want to.
I come home every time grateful for what I have and in wonderment at the frustrations that used to be part of my regular life. I merely accepted the stresses - I didn't like them, but they were just there.
I realize this is more a commentary on my personality flaws than the people who choose to live in larger, busier places. I'm not always the most patient of people.