Have you seen The Beginning of Life? It’s an amazing, touching, inspiring documentary about early infancy and childhood, about mankind and the importance of love for all of our futures. My friend Janelle recommended it (she is always recommending great things, that great lady!) when we went out earlier this week with a bunch of girlfriends. Not only was the night amazing (though I got drunker than I have in probably more than a year — eek!), it lifted my spirits, which have been in an icky place lately.
And then, to go home and watch this on Netflix the following day, I was completely blown away. I cried probably four or five times throughout this, just remembering the fleeting time of each of my boys’ infancies, and at the same time feeling overwhelmed by how awful everything in the news is right now, how unfair the world is, how badly I want to make things right in our country and where oh where to start? How can I have an impact? I felt like watching this gave me new hope for mankind during such a dark time, a reminder that there are so many of us who care, who choose love and tolerance instead of hate and fear, that it is our responsibility to teach our children to be better, to love people and stand up for the oppressed, to fight for peace and equality.
My heart is so full of sorrow for those lost in the Orlando shooting, for the most recent police shootings in Minnesota and Louisiana, for all people who have lost their lives due to injustice and war in this world. It is too much to handle, I have no words.
** Update: I wrote this last night, before the Dallas shootings — obviously, my heart goes out to everyone whose lives have been turned upside down by all of this loss, including the police officers who lost their lives last night.