I realized the other day that it'd been over a week since I'd posted anything. I didn't think to post, because I didn't have anything to post. Sometimes I feel like I'm just throwing words out there, seeing what'll stick. When that happens, I often step away. Not really on purpose, not NOT on purpose.
The shootings in DC today scared me. My younger brother is a new Washington DC resident, and while he was safely out of harms way - his home and work are about four miles away from the shootings - other sisters tonight didn't have the sigh of relief that I did. Other people out there are screaming and sobbing and only beginning process the way their lives changed today, in a morning.
Life is hard. Life is hard to comprehend.
An hour ago, I got word that Scott's cousin Lindsey welcomed a baby girl in to the world late this afternoon. She's six weeks early but healthy and strong. A beautiful, happy occasion and one worth celebrating. And celebrate we are.
Life is beautiful, to be celebrated.
Hard and beautiful. Happy and sad. I don't know if you can have one without the other and maybe that's the point of it all, or at least this post. The two happenings of earlier today are a reminder to me - to live in the moment, to live consciously and gratefully, to breath deeply, and that each blessedly mundane day should be celebrated.
Welcome to the world, Baby Johnsen. It's hard and beautiful and we're so glad you're here.