“When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth, you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Khalil Gibran
I was in the store talking to a friend when I heard about the Sandy Hook Elementary School tragedy.
I cried in the car for the sweetness of the children.
I cried for their silly jokes and belly laughs, for their tiny hands and arms that give the best hugs and kisses and show love by reaching out and hanging on. I cried for a lot of beautiful reasons.
My eyes were opened to the wonder of my life. Colors became more vibrant. The walk on the beach the next day was more soothing. I had increased understanding for my children’s squabbles. The monotony of meals and laundry was swept away in gratitude for having mouths to feed and bodies to clothe.
Perhaps I’ll stand alone in my joy and thanksgiving for the children of Sandy Hook Elementary.
Early yesterday I sat next to my 10-yr.-old daughter on the couch. She was home from school because of a virus she and her little brother have. Neither of them knew about Sandy Hook. So I told her while her brothers slept and after the older ones had left for school.
She is not afraid because I’m not afraid. That’s the way she is. I didn’t talk about safety or trust in locks, teachers, or first-responders. I didn’t bring up guns or gun control.
We briefly talked about mental health and how important it is not to judge.
I introduced the concept of wisdom. We’re both ruminating on that one. With the facts in plain view, what choices do we make? How do we live full and happy lives? So many opinions. They all tire me out.
The answers for me are in the children.
So quick to forgive. So eager to play. So ready to love.
Is there any other way than to find joy in the deepest sadness, to let it take root, and nourish it?
For me and my house there is no other way.
You and yours?