How is it possible?
Covid-19 has twisted our sense of time. The clock stopped at spring. Now the grandchildren, their parents, and the dog have gone off on a camping adventure at Crater Lake, and I went over to their house to water the garden. Peace and quiet, birdsong and blue sky, late-summer abundance, a great many flitting little birds in the pear tree. I came home to see social media full of the horrible explosions in Beirut.
I cannot imagine what it is to be suddenly flung into eternity. Survivors pinned in cars, crushed by falling beams, pierced by flying glass. Houses flattened, debris hurled. Shock. Fear. Loss. Instantly, because it is that time of year, I think of Hiroshima. Nagasaki. Apparently the explosion in Beirut was caused by a kind of fertilizer, also an explosive. What pollution we have made. What devastation in our wake. Who can hold this suffering?