Amid the ashes...
Where is the hope in this horror?
I cannot find any. I've tried and tried and tried. Tried to tell myself that even the sadness and anger can find useful outlets, can be turned into action, but right now, they can't. Instead, for me, it's simply time to mourn. Time to accept that there's nothing I can do.
So, I am mourning. Focusing on the grief and not the fury. Taking comfort in knowing that half the nation is mourning with me.
The anger in me wants to label all republicans as fools and bigots and zealots for eating the toxic pablum Bush has served up, custom prepared for their particular appetites. But that is unproductive and, in some cases, inaccurate. Some people were simply afraid for their safety, and willingly suspended their disbelief when Bush said he would protect them. I can't hate them for not wanting to face the truth.
So, I sit here and simply let myself feel the pall, the weight, of the tragedy. And hope that one day soon, I can find hope.