These tears are a blessing - a sign that I am still alive and connected to the holy - even though all around me things seem to be falling a part. My tears hurt right now - I had a ragged and rough crying jag on Sunday night after the President spoke - but they are supposed to be painful. Like a vet said to me about his PTSD nightmares, I don't try to get rid of them because they help me remember...
On my way home from a meeting I found I was finally inspired to get a Christmas tree. Life has been too full - and sometimes heart-breaking - to consider doing this before today. Today I realized that my tears are a gift during which my body is at prayer. There are more tears to come, I know. Today I return thanks knowing that even the sorrow is a blessing...
Here's a crucial piece of the recent puzzle that deserves deeper reflection: the connection between white male models of masculinity, fear and guns. Check it out @ http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jackson-katz/men-gender-gun-violence_b_2308522.html?utm_hp_ref=fb&src=sp&comm_ref=false
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