I have no words. Which isn’t precisely true, given that words are being typed across the page and appear before me. I can not begin to describe the shock and horror that is flooding me right now as news broke about the shooting at a Connecticut elementary school. As a parent, one of my deepest fears is losing a child. I am acutely aware of the frailty of life and that our time here on earth is so fleeting in the grand scheme of things.
I began writing this post way back in December, but decided at that time that I couldn’t finish writing it. Then came the holidays and after that the non stop challenges of juggling work and life. It never seems to ease up. Then came news that a dear friend of mine from forever had lost her Ben, her son, to that dark place of depression. And again I have no words, for I know that dark place of my own, struggle with it and fight against it. Of this too, I am acutely aware of the steep and slippery slope of that journey.
So the last couple months have been about the lack of words. I still find my vocabulary wanting.