With Us
The insides of the Monterey Park Tabiji Eggshells were left blank, reflecting my own emotional numbness and emptiness following the shootings. They (and I) remained that way for a month. This week, I decided to put a single golden dot in the middle of each, with a chopstick. The dot reminds me that even in my numbness and emptiness, I am not alone. There’s also hope in that tiny bit of gold.
As I sit with my feelings - or lack of them - I find that there is One who comes to sit with me, a quiet, gentle companion, offering a safe place to return to, to rest in, to lean against as I wonder wordlessly. God (or however you name all that is sacred, holy, and way more powerful than you or me) is with me - and is with you too.
Where might you need some company?
Eleven, for the eleven lives lost.