This one is gut wrenching and I want to turn away...
distract myself from the heartbreak.
There is so much pain for our soft hearts to bear/bare these days.
It's so tempting to bury our heads; to numb ourselves in any number of ways.
Fibre Arts Take Two is where I saw this piece by Ute Schroder:
Humanity - for Hind Rajab
'HUMANITY' IS AN installation piece that uses embroidery and threads to honour the life of six year old Hind Rajab. On January 29, six year old Hind Rajab from Gaza was travelling in a car with her family trying to escape the invading forces.
Their car came under fire and all but Hind were killed. For three hours, amongst the bodies of her dead relatives, Hind talked to emergency services, pleading for help. She was killed while on the phone, along with the two paramedics who were sent to rescue her. The car was riddled with 335 bullet holes. "All children are our children." My time is well spent standing up for humanity using my artistic skills. Ute Schroder
This has been a part of me since I first saw it.
It came to the surface when I read Julia's poem.
It occurs to me as I write this that NOT
finding a way to carry the grief and sadness can be
more harmful than letting it in.
I confess, I envy those with artistic skills
to metamorphose tragedy into healing balm.
In these days of terrible burdens for soft hearts,
may we each find our own particular way
to transmute the madness.
May we each find our holy way to sanity.
And may our tender hearts stay liquid with care
for ourselves and each other.
Namaste'
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