There are sirens wailing outside my window. I can't help but think there is some kind of violent backlash happening from today's shooting, from Obama's pissed off speech, from the immense grief that fills the air.
When I tell Beckett about death, when I say we are all going to die, our bodies die and our spirits, our energy buzzes on, I don't tell her that some people die prematurely, by a mad mind pulling the trigger of a loaded gun in classrooms. I don't tell her about women who are raped and shot with rifles inside their vaginas or the many mass murders dedicated to Allah's good name.
Tonight Obama talked about gun laws, implored people to consider changing the laws in this country, and I agree the gun laws should be changed, but they should be changed to fully disarm the country, the police, the military too. Let's consider what the world would look like without lost human creatures running around with loaded guns. Let's also consider the state of masculinity, what it means to be a man in this world and the violence connected to masculinity. When did humans lose sight of love? What is keeping us from locating it? What is distracting us from feeling, from being, from connecting? These are the questions we must ask. These are the questions that will lead us to a more peaceful place.
I'm beyond disappointed. I'm sad. I'm exhausted. I have nothing else to say. Sending love. Over here, over there. Everywhere I can.
