Thank you all so much for your outpouring of love and support on Monday’s post. I’ve received many texts, emails, and comments saying how it resonated with you. Your feedback meant more than you know…like each comment healed me a bit, knowing that while we were all feeling this heartache, we could all support each other through it, even virtually.
After Monday’s post, I haven’t had any desire to share anything on social media. I’ve been pretty quiet on Twitter, and made a few half-hearted posts on Facebook but any attempt at social media normalcy has just felt…wrong. Because things aren’t normal. How can I go back to random tweets, lighthearted blog posts and Facebook updates when so many people are still hurting, still suffering? To be honest, I’m still hurting and reeling. I can’t even imagine what those who were actually in Boston are experiencing. So to keep posting like nothing happened just seems…again, wrong. Insensitive. Like I’ve already forgotten. When I haven’t.
The first thing I did Tuesday morning was go for a run.. It just felt right, like I was acknowledging all those runners and spectators who left the Boston Marathon scarred, either emotionally or physically. And I wore my favorite race shirt, along with many of you who also wore race shirts on Tuesday in honor of the victims.
This morning I went to yoga and set my intention to send light and love and healing energy (whatever all that means) to those impacted by the bombing.
I donated to One Fund Boston.
I don’t really know what else to do. And none of it feels like enough.
I don’t know the “rules” of when you stop talking about a tragedy. I’m going to try to go back to “normal” blogging with a sunny outlook (even though my outlook feels anything but sunny right now). I just feel like I need to put a little good back into the world, in whatever way I can. And hopefully, my blog brightens your day, puts a little good in your day. I really hope it does.
But I haven’t forgotten. My heart still goes out to the people, the spectators, and the runners of Boston.
Have you heard of ways to help? How do you try to help in situations that seem helpless? I read this list on CNN that help me decide on One Fund Boston.