First things first, thanks to everyone who has called/texted/written to make sure I’m okay. I am not dedicated enough to go to a midnight showing of any movie, let alone a Batman one – and in fact, I wasn’t even in Colorado on the night of the shooting. I am very much okay, aside from being horrified along with the rest of the country.
I am reminded once again that this world is not a safe place.
Other things have been going on in my life – big events, changes of plans, last minute flights. I spent the week in in Richland, WA, feeding ice chips to my grandmother, smoothing her hair back with a wet washcloth, sleeping on a too-small hospital loveseat. I hate cancer with a passion, and in spite of missing a week of work, there was no doubt that I was exactly where I needed to be.
I am reminded once again that family always wins.
Life continues to feel fractured and imperfect, and “happiness” isn’t something that I feel much of these days. But even when walking in the cold shadows, we are bound to come across patches of warm light – the trick is to just keep moving. I am moving. And I’m encouraged by the moments of warmth, and trusting in a hope that is bigger than circumstances.
I am reminded once again that “happiness” and “joy” are different things.