Mary, this captures so perfectly how our personal joys, fears, and tragedies coexist and interact with those on the national or worldwide landscape. How can we celebrate at home when terrible things are happening? How do we properly grieve personal tragedy or process personal fear when there are these huge, awful things happening everywhere? Well, kind of like you just did, right here. Thanks for showing a way to be present for the "big" stuff and the "small" stuff all at once. And... I'm not a religious person, but I keep hearing the gunman referred to as "deeply religious" and it really bothers me. Truly religious people are not murderers. I'm pretty sure if you've plotted to kill people because they disagree with you, you're doing the religion part wrong. I wish the media would think that statement through and qualify it. Let's call him "the allegedly religious gunman." I feel like we really need people of faith, wherever they fall on the political spectrum, to speak up and say that's not religion.
Tara, thank you. I struggled with the phrase “white Christian nationalist” that is so carelessly used in our media. I went with “white nationalist who identifies as Christian.” Because that is the truth. I appreciate your connecting with the personal losses and grief that we cannot separate from the suffering and violence we see around us. The joy that is cruelly tainted by the inescapable sorrows in our world? I am drawn more deeply into the true faith of those who light our way. Blessings, my friend.🙏
My heart has felt shredded once again. Gilbert with his “career change.” 🐾💔When such tragic violence is so close to home, it is profoundly felt. Almost as if you don’t have any expectations, yet so welcome a checking in. Try as we may to show up as we can. Those saved cards, precious memories, anything to try to move goodness to the front row seat of our beings. Surrounding us all in the tightest heart hug I have. Deepest of sighs… 💝
Joanie, I wept for all of this. Somehow, Gilbert’s death was profoundly devastating. The Hortman family was deeply involved in training support dogs. A huge loss for every soul on this earth. Thank you for your kind words.🙏
I know… I read all about the wonderful organization, and made a donation early on. I could not move the heartache through until I did something tangible. I wrote about it on my website, and included a link as well. I’m the one who had a mom who had to limit my Lassie watching time as I was beside myself if Lassie was ever hurt or in any danger. So grateful to read your words, and none of this goes by unnoticed. This has stayed with me… Gentle care🐾💜
Good god this is powerful. I so admire your capacity to drop into all these scenes , then let go. On to the next. Then another . But the mood ( for me, anyway) carries through it all - or an underpinning of the mood is present throughout. Just magical. And of course, just fucking sad.
Thank you for your kind words, Alecia. I wish I could do justice to the horror of this event, and how it ripples through our lives. We cannot forget. I’m so glad this touched you.
I thought of you, Mary, as the news sank in. How beautifully you've woven the facts and your personal truth. Behind every story in the news, a multitude of stories wait to be told.
I thought of you, Mary, as the news sank in. How beautifully you've woven the facts and your personal truth. Behind every story in the news, a multitude of stories wait to be told.
This was hauntingly beautiful, Mary. As a Minnesota resident, I too had a difficult time grasping onto what happened, and how the violence is spilling into the cracks and crevices too close to home. You've put words to the feelings I've been sitting with and processing, yet it doesn't seem like it will ever "make sense." Nothing makes sense anymore. But your words... they are like a balm to the wound. Thank you for sharing your beautiful gift with us.
Mary, I thought of you when this appalling news broke. Behind every story in the news lie countless personal stories waiting to be told, as you've done here with your signature grace and power. You are holding a beacon for others.
Thank you, Rona. It was a hard time, and still is. I hope to share my experience with others who may be going through similar experiences. Your words are appreciated.
Many predicted that the world would end in 2000. A kid in biology even stated that "fact" defiantly and we all laughed. Actually, he was right. This millennium started with the Y2K bug chisis and hasn't let up since them. Every year, the catastrophe de anum gets more catastrophic. It's just a long end of the world ... like Janis Joplin said, "it's just one fucking day."
I remember the Y2K doomsday scare. And you’re right: it started there. Thank you for the Janis quote. She was right about so many things. I miss her generous spirit.
I love you, Mary. What a piece, breathtaking. Hope and destruction all mixed together. Life? And our guardian angel, ever present, Mini the wonder cat. xo
and you Mary … you write for the entire universe of sentient beings 🙏🙏🙏
Laura💛💛💛
Mary, this captures so perfectly how our personal joys, fears, and tragedies coexist and interact with those on the national or worldwide landscape. How can we celebrate at home when terrible things are happening? How do we properly grieve personal tragedy or process personal fear when there are these huge, awful things happening everywhere? Well, kind of like you just did, right here. Thanks for showing a way to be present for the "big" stuff and the "small" stuff all at once. And... I'm not a religious person, but I keep hearing the gunman referred to as "deeply religious" and it really bothers me. Truly religious people are not murderers. I'm pretty sure if you've plotted to kill people because they disagree with you, you're doing the religion part wrong. I wish the media would think that statement through and qualify it. Let's call him "the allegedly religious gunman." I feel like we really need people of faith, wherever they fall on the political spectrum, to speak up and say that's not religion.
Tara, thank you. I struggled with the phrase “white Christian nationalist” that is so carelessly used in our media. I went with “white nationalist who identifies as Christian.” Because that is the truth. I appreciate your connecting with the personal losses and grief that we cannot separate from the suffering and violence we see around us. The joy that is cruelly tainted by the inescapable sorrows in our world? I am drawn more deeply into the true faith of those who light our way. Blessings, my friend.🙏
My heart has felt shredded once again. Gilbert with his “career change.” 🐾💔When such tragic violence is so close to home, it is profoundly felt. Almost as if you don’t have any expectations, yet so welcome a checking in. Try as we may to show up as we can. Those saved cards, precious memories, anything to try to move goodness to the front row seat of our beings. Surrounding us all in the tightest heart hug I have. Deepest of sighs… 💝
Joanie, I wept for all of this. Somehow, Gilbert’s death was profoundly devastating. The Hortman family was deeply involved in training support dogs. A huge loss for every soul on this earth. Thank you for your kind words.🙏
I know… I read all about the wonderful organization, and made a donation early on. I could not move the heartache through until I did something tangible. I wrote about it on my website, and included a link as well. I’m the one who had a mom who had to limit my Lassie watching time as I was beside myself if Lassie was ever hurt or in any danger. So grateful to read your words, and none of this goes by unnoticed. This has stayed with me… Gentle care🐾💜
Joanie, my heart is singing. Thank you for this. The Hortmans were deeply involved with this project. It would have meant the world to them.🙏💕🐾
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When my heart is so heavy with the ugliness of the world, you find the words, and I feel a little bit healed. Thank you, Mary.
Tiffany, we hold each other in grief and in love. It’s what, as sentient beings, we do. Thank you for these kind words, dear friend.🙏💛
Good god this is powerful. I so admire your capacity to drop into all these scenes , then let go. On to the next. Then another . But the mood ( for me, anyway) carries through it all - or an underpinning of the mood is present throughout. Just magical. And of course, just fucking sad.
Thank you for your kind words, Alecia. I wish I could do justice to the horror of this event, and how it ripples through our lives. We cannot forget. I’m so glad this touched you.
I lived in Minneapolis for 30 years, raised my children there...it's so dark. So dark. And, yet, I keep finding light.
The only way through darkness is to find the light, and follow it. 🙏❤️
I thought of you, Mary, as the news sank in. How beautifully you've woven the facts and your personal truth. Behind every story in the news, a multitude of stories wait to be told.
I thought of you, Mary, as the news sank in. How beautifully you've woven the facts and your personal truth. Behind every story in the news, a multitude of stories wait to be told.
Wonderful, moving. Hope your daughter is ok.
Wonderful, moving. Hope your daughter is ok.
Wonderful, moving. Hope your daughter is ok.
This was hauntingly beautiful, Mary. As a Minnesota resident, I too had a difficult time grasping onto what happened, and how the violence is spilling into the cracks and crevices too close to home. You've put words to the feelings I've been sitting with and processing, yet it doesn't seem like it will ever "make sense." Nothing makes sense anymore. But your words... they are like a balm to the wound. Thank you for sharing your beautiful gift with us.
Such soothing words in a world fraught with disquiet and strife.
Thank you, Aditi.🙏
Mary, I thought of you when this appalling news broke. Behind every story in the news lie countless personal stories waiting to be told, as you've done here with your signature grace and power. You are holding a beacon for others.
Thank you, Rona. It was a hard time, and still is. I hope to share my experience with others who may be going through similar experiences. Your words are appreciated.
Many predicted that the world would end in 2000. A kid in biology even stated that "fact" defiantly and we all laughed. Actually, he was right. This millennium started with the Y2K bug chisis and hasn't let up since them. Every year, the catastrophe de anum gets more catastrophic. It's just a long end of the world ... like Janis Joplin said, "it's just one fucking day."
I remember the Y2K doomsday scare. And you’re right: it started there. Thank you for the Janis quote. She was right about so many things. I miss her generous spirit.
Thank you for the personal and particular.
I love you, Mary. What a piece, breathtaking. Hope and destruction all mixed together. Life? And our guardian angel, ever present, Mini the wonder cat. xo
Thank you, Nan. Much love to you. xoxo