Echoes.

A less than endearing comment on my character:

I have had the thought, over the past day or so, that I am VERY glad not to be honeymooning in Haiti at this time.  Not that it was ever a possibility, but what a strange thankfulness to have in the midst of so many others’ suffering. 

I will say, my mind cannot even comprehend what the photos emerging from Haiti are showing.  I keep looking around Memphis trying to imagine the various buildings around me in pieces and cannot.
Or trying to imagine the shock of the building collapsing around me or the weight of concrete on me and cannot.

That sounds morbid, but for those of you that know me, you know that my first reaction is almost invariably to put myself in the shoes of others and my inability to do so now tells you just how my mind runs from the idea and exactly how far out of my privileged realm of reality this situation falls.

I’ve been reading Anderson Cooper – whom I love dearly, can I say?  I find his words always seem to echo a levity that people ought to feel and so often don’t, and so I feel that I get a more realistic picture from his words – and at the same time a form of protection from ever having to see those things.
And it hurts.
The children, the absolute confusion. 
How does he see so many of the things he sees and still function?

And.

What are these people going to do?
How does a country move past something like this?

Prayers and  hopes and worries and finger-crossing heading their way.
I hope they’re enough to make a difference.