Commenting on the searing brilliance of this piece of writing feels inappropriate (though I guess I just did...). I'm crying. Thank you for giving voice to what is screaming to be expressed.
Dust...yes-last night the white dust covering kids in rubble woke me up. As a visual artist I told myself to allow the visuals vs trying to “get rid of them”, which is not possible anyway, & hope that the impact will lead to something “positive”. In future...Instead of only heartbroken & sick at not being able to make it stop myself or via US Congresspeople, which only leads to more despondency then rage. Thank you. You’re not alone. The world should care about kids. Essence of humanity. Snding ✨✨✨
So moving and so powerful. Thank you for expressing my heart in such a striking way, so profoundly beautiful, which my heart recognizes with gravity and gratitude.
Thank you. I was writing about this very specifically for several weeks but I am just so broken. My friends have lost family members. My whole world is this right now. So I’m writing whatever I write, and then sharing other posts and social media stuff and anything else so people can see it and maybe (maybe?) recognize the humanity of others. It’s such a production, to audition for someone else’s sympathy.
It’s outrageous that you should have to. My heart is crammed with love and anger and grief for everyone who’s living this so horribly closely. I’m glad I’ve found your writing, too, so I can read it, feel it, share it, help however I can.
Ha ha, I’m sorry, I was probably just trying to be cute. I could clearly understand the “ghost’s” perspective and I agree with it. My wife spent years working in refugee camps (before I knew her) around the time of 9/11 and after so I understand what you are trying to say.
Bearing witness: a deeply difficult but absolutely necessary task to undertake. Thank you, Tina.
Commenting on the searing brilliance of this piece of writing feels inappropriate (though I guess I just did...). I'm crying. Thank you for giving voice to what is screaming to be expressed.
Lizzie, thank you. 🖤
Dust...yes-last night the white dust covering kids in rubble woke me up. As a visual artist I told myself to allow the visuals vs trying to “get rid of them”, which is not possible anyway, & hope that the impact will lead to something “positive”. In future...Instead of only heartbroken & sick at not being able to make it stop myself or via US Congresspeople, which only leads to more despondency then rage. Thank you. You’re not alone. The world should care about kids. Essence of humanity. Snding ✨✨✨
Allowing the visuals, that’s a really good way of putting it. The instinct to shy away is overwhelming. 🖤
So moving and so powerful. Thank you for expressing my heart in such a striking way, so profoundly beautiful, which my heart recognizes with gravity and gratitude.
Grace, thank you. I’m touched in return to hear that these words landed.
I’m so glad to have found you so we can witness and mourn together 💔💔💔💔
Oh, Noha, welcome, and yes. 💔The seat next to me is wide open for you. A little more strength in company. 💔💞💔
Thank you. I was writing about this very specifically for several weeks but I am just so broken. My friends have lost family members. My whole world is this right now. So I’m writing whatever I write, and then sharing other posts and social media stuff and anything else so people can see it and maybe (maybe?) recognize the humanity of others. It’s such a production, to audition for someone else’s sympathy.
It’s outrageous that you should have to. My heart is crammed with love and anger and grief for everyone who’s living this so horribly closely. I’m glad I’ve found your writing, too, so I can read it, feel it, share it, help however I can.
Thank you, Tina. Your words are so very appreciated ❤️❤️
Thank you for this!
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Giving up the ghost or is the ghost giving up?
I don’t think I quite understand the question but if you’re asking if this newsletter will keep going (?) the answer is yes
Ha ha, I’m sorry, I was probably just trying to be cute. I could clearly understand the “ghost’s” perspective and I agree with it. My wife spent years working in refugee camps (before I knew her) around the time of 9/11 and after so I understand what you are trying to say.