I follow an eclectic group of bloggers. We all write but what we write about and our interests might be totally different. But I like looking at a wide array of blogs that feature poems, art, foods, gardening, interior design, families, etc. There are things that satisfy certain bits of what I find interesting in my own life.
One particular blogger, Justin Evans of the blog Utah Poet has simply stunned me today and saddened to my very core. Justin is a school teacher in Nevada and today he is sharing a sadness that has hit his town. When I read his post today I was struck down so deep to my core that I had a hard time thinking about anything else.
It seems so senseless. One of his students, Micaela Costanzo, age 16, was abducted and they found her body buried in a shallow grave about 5 miles outside of town. How can this kind of thing happen? How does one manage to keep going on after something like this? And how much worse is it for the people who actually knew this wonderful young girl? Justin says that she was a shining star (I think those are my words not his but you'll see what he says about her when you go to his posting).
Death of any kind is always hard to make sense of but something like this seems impossible. I posted yesterday about "impermanence" and "The Four Noble Truths". This is the ultimate in suffering. One of the truths is that "freedom from suffering comes from freeing ourselves from clinging and attachment (or detachment)" but detachment was defined to me as being cold, aloof, a lack of emotion. How can you have any of these in this kind of situation?
It seems so cliche' to say "time heals all". I know from my own personal experience that the farther I get away from something that has hurt me deeply, the easier it is for me to understand it and make sense of it. But forget? Heal? Maybe you do heal but you have a scar that always remains to remind you of that hurt.
I'm sorry Michaela, that you had to go through this. I can't imagine what you and your family had/have to endure. The thought of this happening to my Natalie or my twins would just devastate me. I'm not sure I could find meaning in the rest of my life. But, our lives are a quest while we are here. We each have different roads and different circumstances. And the reality that I know to be true tells me that they are paved with pain and suffering too.
I don't know what else to say except that things like this should not happen. I can't imagine what Justin is experiencing in his classroom, in his town, in his life. I send you love and light. That is something that I can do.