after the tohubohu
i visited you once, orlando. three years ago now. you left an impression of warmth (the sun, the people).
and then . . .
a singer's meet-and-greet. christina grimmie gone forever. (i was a huge fan.)
dancing at the pulse. 49 individuals killed, 53 injured. (we're left with the why.)
an alligator and a toddler. the loss of a little boy. (opposing sides taken on social media.)
wow, orlando. you had such a rough six days.
and what followed was a tohubohu. a state of chaos. utter confusion.
and a barrage of blame. a deranged fan or lack of security? access to firearms or a muslim terrorist? disney's responsibility or questionable parenting? i read so many different viewpoints.
what i think: madness, at the edge of despair. hatred for self, extending to others. a devastating accident.
shocking and sad. humanity, broken down. "there's a moment just before the flowers open where it looks like the world is holding its breath." (michelle lafriniere)
but i also heard the stories. of inspiration and healing, of strength and hope.
waiting to blossom. allowing for new growth.
[my sincerest love and sympathy to all of the grieving families . . .] ******* click to receive my studio notes in your inbox each week. (and get my complimentary guide to the essence7 journey as my gift to you!) [maxbutton id="1"]
