There’s nothing profound to say here when the bombs are falling. But they’re not just falling like they used to. Now they are pinpointed with such deathly precision, except when they miss their mark. I stopped reading the news yesterday after too many pregnant women and their babies had been killed. And then at 4 AM I woke to a vivid dream of men in black coats surrounding my house and wondering with my pounding heart where I could hide my children in upstairs closets, knowing these days, the men would carry heat sensors and inevitably find us.
I reached for an angel card from a box of cards a wise friend had just given to me and wondered how this small piece of painted cardboard might save someone. I watched my own heart’s thumping subside and eventually I fell back asleep. This morning I took some time to cry for my own small losses. The phrases: “it’s gone and it’ll never come back again, she’s gone and she’ll never come back again, he’s gone and he’ll never come back again” were on repeat in my brain until my own sobs quieted.
I also read the news about grizzly bears, who have been protected as an endangered species, and are now on the rise in Montana.
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