You would think that I would get used to it. I live on an island in a rain forest and yet I continue to be transfixed when it rains like it is right now. There are no words to describe it. A storm of epic proportion. It is unbelievable and seemingly impossible for it to rain that much.
And like the mass shootings, you would think I would get used to it. It seems to be happening all the time now. No. It is happening all the time now. And I sit watching transfixed with no words to describe a storm of epic proportion. Like the rain I wonder if it is impossible to change when it happens and just how bad the damage will be. Do I just have accept it as a part of life like the rains that come? Is expecting change as fruitless as trying to stop the rain or change the weather?
I will leave this post with a quote I found on Angella’s blog this morning.
“The world is a violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.”
— Tennessee Williams