I am so grateful for the community of bloggers that I have found. I first heard the horrific news of the Connecticut tragedy from these women. I cried my first tears while sitting in a parking lot, reading their words.
When I could find no words, I read this: How To Live In This World
When I needed to find beauty, I read this: Desperately Seeking Signs Of Beauty
When I could not express my own anger, I read this: Shattered
These are the women that have been my touchstone for four days.
Many of these women write In The Powder Room and we struggled with how to go on.
Yesterday, Lerner led the way for us with "We Carry Each Other Out Of The Hurt."
"So in this space, we are choosing to just go forward. We hope that you agree with that choice. We hope that our attempts at humor and love will bring lightness in the dark. We hope that we can shoulder some of the burden and take some of the weight off of the life-crushing density of this situation.
Today, my post about inappropriate clothing for little girls is running. I wrote it last week. I wrote it before Connecticut. Everything feels like "before Connecticut." It feels trite. It feels unimportant.
This is our small offering of what we can do. We can offer a break. We can offer a distraction.