Heart Broken and Scattered
My heart is heavy with sorrow over the unspeakable tragedy in Las Vegas, my home of 16 years -- now my part-time home.
I'm stunned by Sunday's massacre -- and the long list of tragedies, pain, and suffering our world is experiencing at this time. I'm in a fog. I'm heart-sick. I feel weak and scattered.
I didn't write first thing this morning, and instead reach for my phone to connect online to the incredible Vegas community and the world. On one level, I feel connected. But I also feel scattered and outside myself.
I begin writing. In this moment... I let my sorrow, anger, feelings of paralysis, feelings of weakness spill on the page, messy and clunky and like a child.
There are tears and immense grief for the victims and their families. There's awe and admiration for those offering tireless support and healing. I feel devastated and inspired, all at once.
As I take a few minutes to empty, I begin to gather myself back to myself -- piece by piece, it feels. I feel more centered and self-possessed. I write names of loved ones in Vegas I'll call in a bit. I want to hear their voices. I feel motivated to get to my dance class to connect with the strength that lives in my body.
Wishing us all connection and healing in these difficult times.
Want to write?
Take a pen & prompt journey:
In this moment...
Set a timer for 10 minutes. Or 5. Or 2!
Write whatever arises in your thoughts, feelings, and sensations.
Don’t stop to think or edit - keep your pen moving.
Accept ALL that you write - the pretty & ugly; absurd & boring.
Discover what wants to be felt, known, expressed, released...