Y’all… I was supposed to write a post for today.
But you know what? I was too sad to edit anything last night. I left work, and I taught dance, and then I went home. I told some friends I loved them, and held my cat and listened to my boy play guitar.
So my thoughts, and all our thoughts here at DDP, go out to the runners and the spectators. To the fallen, the injured, and the witnesses. To their families and their neighborhoods and their city and our country. Those of us who pray are praying.
If you need somebody to talk to, you can call the Disaster Distress Helpline. Their number is 1-800-985-5990.
Be well, everybody. Be as well as you can be.
All our love to Boston.
There was a great article a couple years back that Midori wrote about teaching a blowjobs class on September 11th, and how in spite of great tragedy, the most menial bits of goodness and happiness we put out into the world are what makes everything ok in the end. I wish I could find the actual writing. It seems a very fitting sentiment right now.