12/08/2015




The winter winds have slowly been settling into these parts, and in the flurry and swirl of the most recent global events, I tend to step back from online spaces like this.  It's not like I haven't been thinking, heartbroken and confused - it's just hard, you know?  I am able to kiss my children goodnight and linger with them in my arms, while violence and fear and turmoil persist.  And words?  Sometimes it feels like they just add to the static, putting cracks in empathy and compassion.  I know that's not always the case, but a lot of online spaces after tragedy are sparse and empty even though they are packed with words.

And now, Advent and Christmas are upon us, and the longing and hope that accompanies this season saturates everything, in the very best way.  I have warm daily embraces from my husband and the eager smiles of my children, and we choose to step out our door into this world, again and again and again.

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