HomeThe Well-Lived LifeJanuary Gray

A gray January morning is not an enticing thing, unless one
is considering how fine it is to stay in a warm bed. Indeed, much
of the day I lingered in my delicious bed, drinking coffee, dream
journalling, playing with my iPod, writing a letter. But the gray
did not lift. The snow fell, and the temperature did too. Then I
heard about the attack on Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords. Later,
that a nine-year-old girl had been killed, a judge, an aide,
others. I hope that my country is united in prayer for her, for
these families that have suffered such terrible loss. I know my
country is united in prayer. I know that the people who hate are
outnumbered tonight. I listen to Matisyahu sing “One Day” and burst
into tears. I go about my gray January day, minor lists made, an
easy dinner, some laundry folded. Night comes quick. Cold presses
through the windows. I keep praying. Tears keep falling.


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