struck stone silent


My heart has been achy; the air is bitterly cold; the moon is dark; I have been silent: all these things are related.

It is hard to write through darker emotions. I prefer light, but life isn’t always. What you are reading now is my attempt to break through a block that set in solidly after our collective tragedy in Connecticut. About such a thing I have no words, just a profound sadness and the accompanying silence. I want to get back to what I was doing before–I’ve tried several times to just write something–anything, but I am stone. This moment of silence has stretched into a month.

It is my hope that by naming this obstacle I will be able to move around it and carry on. But it is not forgotten…not one bit.

May peace rest upon those innocent hearts.