I sit with my head down. My hands cover my eyes.  My eyes, closed hard, behind them. I don’t want to look.  I don’t want to see. Too much pain and suffering in the world – too much hurt.  If I look, I might have to respond.

I assuage my latent guilt by pretending not to know.  Like a German citizen in denial of the concentration camp just over the hill, I look the other way and ignore the train that crossed my path today. I am too small and weak to risk knowing the truth.  That’s what I would tell myself, if I let the whisper of that reality surface in my soul.  I’m sufficiently practiced in denial that I rarely need that extra shield. Continue reading →