I struggled all day with what to blog about. I had great plans to write a fashion post. Something fun and beach-y. Or maybe about the gluten free donuts I made. Or my latest shopping finds on Etsy.
But I couldn't.
How can I?
I dig my toes into the sand today enjoying the warmth.
They have sand in their homes, their businesses, over their family and friends.
I imagine the fierce roar of a wall of water hurling towards shore bringing destruction to everything in its path.
I hear my girls giggle and laugh as they jump over the next breaker.
Were their children collecting shells along the shoreline?
I add my own pictures, NOT to lighten the tragedy...but because I am struck by the sharp contrast. Their world. My life. And I'm not sure what to do with it.
The irony of all those around me who have flocked to Florida to enjoy the sand and sea with their families. The same sand and sea that has wrought mass destruction on a country...on people, like us.
Too much. My heart hurts.
So what do we do?
Do we stop enjoying the pleasures in front of us? Does that make us insensitive?
What can we do?
Then my daughter finds this.
So for now, I'm not going to talk about the latest fashion, or the coolest finds on Etsy...but I am going to think on that HOPE. What does it mean for the Japanese. What does it mean for me. And how am I going to respond.
How will you respond?