I was in-doors last night as the news developed about the shootings and tragic deaths in the USA. Powerful feeling run through my frame. It hurts.
And I went to bed last night 10 hours after it had happened and STILL all the bodies were lying in the classroom where they were slaughtered. Little children. There is a massive job to be done there withe those lifeless little humans who only went to school that day and .........
What will the parents be feeling.
I cannot imagine..........
The mind slips to Conniepops, nearly 3, at the early stages of growing and knowing and that hits me deeper giving me deeper empathy with the mothers fathers relatives neighbours friends community who have lost their precious little ones.
My mind naturally wants to think of the person who did it - what was wrong with him .......... but the hurt dominates inside me so I don't want to leave that - to only think. I want to feel it. Hurt.
I had to click something ...........
