sadness

I pulled out my letterpress before gallivanting and made more business cards.  It was needed.

I am sad today.  The bombing in Manchester, of children, really got to me.  But I cannot say it is any different then when I hear of bombings of children in Syria.  Why do we do this to each other?

I really do not have any words today.  I went for a walk.  I picked up garbage.  I am trying to care for myself and those in my life but we all seem rather sad.  Some can speak to it.  Some, like Koda Bear, just do not want to let go.  I think that is a very lovely response right now.  

Hopefully, by the next time I write, there will be more words.