I wish the heaviest thing around was the big pot of soup on the stove, but instead, it is my heart. I wish I could easily gush over the gormeant grilled cheese sandwhiches I made, the concoctions of stew that I have been serving up, and how much I enjoy the hum and buzz of tunes that echo from our record player everyday.
But I cannot.
As many joyous things I find to fill my winter days – how I love this season – no matter what I do to spend the chilly time, my thoughts just keep going in one direction.
Sandy Hook Elementary School.
I keep thinking of those babies, those teachers, that community. Those mamas and those papas.
My heart is heavy with ache.
So I am not going to write about my life and my days of late. I am instead sending thoughts and love to Sandy Hook. I am going to pray for that community. I am going to hope. I am going to try to conjure ideas of what I can do to help. If anything. But at least – or until then – I will pray.
For love and peace. For Christmas to fill the hearts of those in such pain.