I've been quiet over here because every time I sit down at the computer, my screen brings up more awful, terrifying news about the catastrophic events in Japan. It makes my heart hurt, and like so many I feel incredibly powerless in the face of such horrors. Anything I might have to share here seems so very trivial in comparison. Household humor, minor frustrations, small triumphs, daily joys, kindergarten news, preschool happenings, the medical complications of an aged cat... what meaning can they have alongside such devastation?
And yet, life goes on. Miracles happen, like the rescue of this 4 month old baby. Astonishing. But so little good news to outweigh the bad.
It might seem a strange juxtoposition, but I keep finding myself thinking of the movie Living Out Loud. In particular, the scene when Holly Hunter's character is watching the series of terrible news reports -- crack babies, terrorism -- and she keeps repeating, "Awful, awful! What do they expect us to do with all this information? What am I supposed to do with all this information???"
What, indeed, other than let your heart hurt, help in the ways that you can, and hold life a little more dear.
I'm clutching BJ's hand a little tighter as we walk to school. I'm cuddling BB closer whenever she'll consent to it. I'm hugging S a bit harder whenever I get the chance. I'm a helluva lot more anxious about the fact that we live in Earthquake Country ourselves. But oh so grateful for how good we have it.