There are no words to explain what happened today in Newtown, Connecticut. There is no consolation to give the parents of gone children.
There is no rule to govern why it was some other person’s child and not mine. There is no way to measure how much future genius, energy and insight was lost.
I am angry. I am baffled. I am scared.
This happened. This can happen again.
And yet, I must send my daughter out into the world. She needs to be in the world. The world needs her to be in it.
And so I am working with impermanence. I am working with fear. I return to these like a mantra: attachment and impermanence; impermanence and fear.
I am not a prayerful person and yet I wrap my whole life up in one single prayer. That I can help things become bigger rather than smaller. That I can help open spaces rather than close them.
My entire life wrapped up in one single prayer that has no words, only action. Constantly working to make the world a place where we can be awake and alive. Constantly working to make the world a place where we can live.