Any moment I think of it, I feel wrenched by yesterday's shooting in Tucson. Just last Wednesday, I heard Gabrielle Giffords on NPR. Then yesterday, I heard she'd been shot, along with others.
It's so wrong it's hard to hold. I send her my best thoughts. I send them to her family, to the family of the girl who was shot, the judge who was shot, and all the others. It's so wrong.
But this is Sunday, and amid this insanity, I need to remember what I'm grateful for, so here is my gratitude journal.
I'm thankful we had a little snow this afternoon. We waited all weekend, and while the flurries were barely showers, the world looked a little healed for a little while.
I'm thankful for art and the people who make art, who add beauty and searing perspective to my day.
I'm thankful, as always, for my family, my job, and for writing--for a day of writing today.
I'm trying to hold some light and share it.
Open the door. Open my heart.
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