Musings

Living With Horror

I cannot help anyone if I’m in a state of constant outrage. I am not making the world a better place if my heart rate is twenty beats per minute above normal. I am not making my children safer by worrying about them. I am not sharing in the pain of the parents of Newtown any more just because I’m being constantly reminded of it on CNN. I am not participating in the shared sadness of our nation just because I see the same images replayed on the screen all day long. None of these things deepen my experience. Instead, they detract from it. Read more…