A Sandy Concert
December 18, 2012 4 Comments
Ed and I attended a Holiday Concert at Sandy Grade School this Monday morning.
Living in Sandy, Oregon, was a dream-come-true for our eldest in 2011. She and her sons have been thrilled to be so blessed in their home and lifestyle. This daughter was the most defiant, at the age of 16, when we moved our family to Oregon from New Jersey in 1997.
On Tuesday 12/11/12, the final papers were signed for full ownership of that home in Sandy. But on leaving the bank, at 3:33 pm, the euphoric home owner had to pull over to the side of the road a dozen times, those first 3 miles, for the police and emergency vehicles en-route to the shooting at the Clackamas Town Center. So before the transfer of title paperwork had even been filed, our eldest daughter expressed her desire to move her family to the wilds of Montana. She’s never been there but it looks serene in pictures.
Last month, as Hurricane Sandy devastated the east coast, there was a lot of communication between all of us with friends and family hit hard by the storm. We were thankful to be safe from the winds and rains here, and that everyone we personally know survived Hurricane Sandy.
The horrific, and heartbreaking, tragedy on Friday, 12/14/2012, took place in Sandyhook Elementary School. Arriving at Sandy Grade School for an 8:30 am concert this Monday morning was poignant on many emotional levels. As a mother, and grandmother, I will be associated with Sandy Grade School for at least a dozen more years.
Those Sandyhook/Newtown families will get prayers for healing from me during those years because the Sandy connection between these two elementary schools is now entwined for me with both gratitude and compassion. I am grateful to attend happy events at my grandsons school but they will always trigger a surge of compassion for those families who’s lives have been irrevocably transformed.
There was a tenseness among the staff and concert attendees in Sandy Grade School. Everyone was determined to meet and hold eye contact with strangers. Eventually, some even smiled.
The children were all smiling faces and vibrant voices as they performed.
Later on Monday, Ed and I shopped at the Clackamas Town Center. There were many people there and, again, we noticed the majority of strangers were looking directly at each other, and us, making and holding eye contact. This was not with suspicion or fear but I felt it was with an energy of awareness to see and be seen. I think this is good.
We are all connected as humans and it is time to see each other and ourselves as such. I hope this massacre of innocents is the tipping point. Our children and future generations deserve a rich and joyful life. It’s what my ancestors worked to achieve for themselves and us. They succeeded as I and my family, and friends, do live a rich and joyful life. Now it’s our turn to keep growing the energy of compassion and gratitude.
It’s what all innocents deserve. Then the actions they take as adults will reflect and continue to expand our awareness to see and be seen by others. We are all connected, on Mother Earth, and to a universal and eternal love. It’s time for our actions to reflect those beliefs.