It is still so hard for me to handle the scope of this. I should feel more removed from it than I do–shouldn’t I? I see and feel so many of the ripples of each individual tragedy, and the effects on so many other people.
wende
on 10 September, 2006 at 7:59 pm
There are no shoulds. I’m right there with you, Margaret. I’m not ready for it to be distant–not ready to let those people go. I don’t ever want to be in a place where I can watch a movie about it like it’s a made up story line. That there are movies coming out on the subject sickens me. I just want to approach the horror–for a moment at least–and recognize that it is beyond what I can fathom, more than I can hold.
And I hope I can eventually realize that there are other things, things of beauty, that are also unfathomable. This only makes me yearn more to be overwhelmed by something amazing–while holding in my heart the reality that I cannot erase the horror.
Your comments are closed on the next entry up, so here’s what I would have written:
“I totally do not get that.”
wende
on 12 September, 2006 at 11:19 pm
Michelle: Yeah, I couldn’t face the “where were you” posts–or all the footage. I stumbled onto this cartoon and it seemed right. It seemed “spin” free and it seemed to be a real person’s account–not a hijacked emotional vent on the subject. And I like Davies. 🙂
Carrie: the lyrics were for me–I expected people wouldn’t get them. 🙂
Here is a link to the original if you need to be able to read it: Matt Davies
It is still so hard for me to handle the scope of this. I should feel more removed from it than I do–shouldn’t I? I see and feel so many of the ripples of each individual tragedy, and the effects on so many other people.
There are no shoulds. I’m right there with you, Margaret. I’m not ready for it to be distant–not ready to let those people go. I don’t ever want to be in a place where I can watch a movie about it like it’s a made up story line. That there are movies coming out on the subject sickens me. I just want to approach the horror–for a moment at least–and recognize that it is beyond what I can fathom, more than I can hold.
And I hope I can eventually realize that there are other things, things of beauty, that are also unfathomable. This only makes me yearn more to be overwhelmed by something amazing–while holding in my heart the reality that I cannot erase the horror.
What makes it worse is when networks “dramatize” something so fresh and so horrible to spin their political ends. Shameful.
None of the rememberance stuff got to me until I read this. It is so simple and pure.
I get tired of the spin. This is just perfect.
Your comments are closed on the next entry up, so here’s what I would have written:
“I totally do not get that.”
Michelle: Yeah, I couldn’t face the “where were you” posts–or all the footage. I stumbled onto this cartoon and it seemed right. It seemed “spin” free and it seemed to be a real person’s account–not a hijacked emotional vent on the subject. And I like Davies. 🙂
Carrie: the lyrics were for me–I expected people wouldn’t get them. 🙂