Words that seek to be found.
The loss of words comes all too soon as I think of what to say in this blog. Time after time I am blessed to hear such wonderful compliments from you all as I do my best to write about my time here. And then a terrorist attack happens. And my mind doesn't know where to go. Questions get lost in themselves while words seek to be found. How am I supposed to think about anything else? Am I supposed to write at all? What am I supposed to do or say or think or believe? How am I supposed to tell you about my week or the lessons learned when so many people have died? Who am I to speak about this matter at all? What gives me the right to comment on such a horrific event? This morning, I attempted to tell my host mother why I was feeling so sad. Yet before I could find the word for "attack" in Spanish, the feeling of sadness escaped me as I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment for not knowing Spanish in the first place. The Absurd World presents itself when the ...