This morning we got up at 5:45, a toddler wedged between us demanding to “walk.”
She’s really into walks these days.
Before the wind and cold and clouds blew in, we walked all around Ventura. To the beach. To the pier. To downtown. To donuts first. To breakfast last. And it was all truly glorious. The stuff of happiness and love and good hurt. The sweet pain of sore feet and legs and taking a break from responsibility for fun.
Sure we worked on the house the rest of the day, but it was all, when it comes down to it, good dream building work. Life is pretty spectacular when you have the time and resources to invest in your dreams.
But then, on a weekend already filled with jarring reality checks about the evil and discontent in the world, I learned via Facebook that there was a shooting in our Valencia neighborhood.
In the gated community we moved to to be safe.
And possibly a suicide.
My heart hurts for that family. So very very much. My heart hurts when I think about all the darkness.
It was a beautiful weekend, but it was a sad one too.
How was your weekend? Dark? Light? Beautiful?