Yesterday I felt the weight of sadness. News about more Israeli bombings and innocent deaths in Gaza along with photos of desperate, lost, injured children; the senseless death of a St. Paul police officer, shot in the head when he stopped a car for speeding; and the scene of a middle-aged couple hugging each other in front of a grave in a cemetery, which I saw as I drove by–all reminders of the inevitability and unpredictability of loss in our lives. It only takes one second for the ground beneath our feet to drop, changing things forever. This is all so fragile.
I don’t believe in “spinning in a mudhole”–wallowing in sadness. So much of what happens is beyond our control and our understanding. But it may not be a bad thing to be reminded that this world is finite and the decisions we make every minute should be as kind as possible.