Orlando

It's raining here.  A big sobbing storm, the raindrops pelting down.  I'd like to think it's the world's way of mourning Orlando.  but maybe it's just a sense of despair that this world, this country are just so terribly broken.  Yesterday was such a brilliantly beautiful day.  It's both so hard and so reassuring to know that those exist at the same time as such horror.  Whenever one side of the world is illuminated, the other side lies in darkness.

If we need to have bad days to have good days, do we need hate to have love?  Is equanimity just wallowing in the okayness?  Being a rock and letting the waves wash over you, does it breed complacency?  Because I can see that being swept up in the waves doesn't work.  But I don't want to harden my heart just to take the thrashing.  I'm trying to listen, seeking to understand; the world needs more of that, I know, but it feels like I'm doing a lot of thinking and little doing.