Early in the week I had close friends much too close to the tragedies in Colorado. I was invited to be a part of the welcoming into the world of Capri Pearl, her birth was amazing and I am honored to bear witness. New life. Then my best friend lost her father. A life gone.
That's about all I can write or want to write about any of it right now. There's plenty more power in the unspoken.
I know that I'll look back eventually and will see a perspective I might have missed, a connection to the heaviness and spirit of this time. I probably should feel spent. Exhausted from the events of the week, but instead I feel renewed. Tired, but renewed. Now the snow is falling and it seems like even the outside is starting fresh. Everything is going to be ok.