The top three headlines on my homepage this morning:
Bomb hits Baghdad hotels, killing 37
Ethiopian jet catches fire; crashes into sea with 90 aboard
Haiti quake survivors: 'We live like dogs'
And I thought, Shit. And I thought, I'm so lucky. I'm so lucky. I'm so lucky. Which, is, of course true. Then I thought, how are we supposed to process all this tragedy? We can give some money. We can email and call our lawmakers. We can pray or send positive vibes or whatever it is we do.
But, seriously. This world.
I'm prone to sitting in my cozy, coffee shop or house and musing my good fortune and wondering what horrific things are going on in the condos across the street or across the city or across the world. It's a worthwhile thing to do, from time to time. To keep me grounded. To keep me grateful.
I also, though, have to pack lunches and help with math homework and teach kids how to zip zippers and load the washing machine. Thus, I occasionally have to close my eyes and shake the images away. I sometimes just have to think about two girls dancing in my rainy driveway.