i visited you once, orlando.
three years ago now.
you left an impression of warmth (the sun, the people).
and then . . .
a singer’s meet-and-greet.
christina grimmie gone forever.
(i was a huge fan.)
dancing at the pulse.
49 individuals killed, 53 injured.
(we’re left with the why.)
an alligator and a toddler.
the loss of a little boy.
(opposing sides taken on social media.)
wow, orlando.
you had such a rough six days.
and what followed was a tohubohu.
a state of chaos.
utter confusion.
and a barrage of blame.
a deranged fan or lack of security?
access to firearms or a muslim terrorist?
disney’s responsibility or questionable parenting?
i read so many different viewpoints.
what i think:
madness, at the edge of despair.
hatred for self, extending to others.
a devastating accident.
shocking and sad.
humanity, broken down.
“there’s a moment just before the flowers open where it looks like the world is holding its breath.” (michelle lafriniere)
but i also heard the stories.
of inspiration and healing, of strength and hope.
waiting to blossom.
allowing for new growth.
[my sincerest love and sympathy to all of the grieving families . . .]
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Another instance for love & forgiveness to show their full power. That’s the only thing I can hold onto, like the growth after a wild fire.
“hatred for self, extending to others.”
This is where we can actually DO something. It’s so tempting to lash out; blame, accountability, answers…… but really, the power is in the self. Retreat. Reflect. Love anyway.
Thank you April <3
Thank you for contributing to the healing of our country, April. We need it so desperately right now.