Shocking and amazing. Such extremes. Just a start. Lots to write… and much seems so insignificant in light of other events I’ve learned of belatedly. I remember a time when the playful, yet still very much sincere, compassion infused similar times. Now, it is like they run on different channels, with a switch that takes more effort. I think part of it is finding adequate language, but then, still, the interpretation of tone is out of our hands.
There’s still that space to “just be,” yet to be authentic we feel an obligation to account for the gaps.
And yet, for the most part, people understand and relate to more than we realize.