Searching for Hope After the French Tragedy; Writers Use Their Keyboard to Sort Out Thoughts & Feelings
I’ve never done a post like this before. The idea to do this just came to me about 90 minutes ago.
I was able to make an image for this topic in an unbelievably quick turnaround.
That only confirmed to me that this post is the right thing to do.
Let’s Find Hope Together After This French Tragedy
I want to get this post published before it’s even close to being finished.
Mainly because this event is still so raw to us and we all as writers and bloggers need to process it.
So I’m going to open this up for you before I have included my own writing on this…here’s how you can join in.
1. If you already have a blog post or some other form of writing on the Paris terrorist incident, email me a link to it by putting “France Tribute” in the subject line to email@example.com (Your writing can also be about Lebanon or Nigeria, not just France.)
2. If you have not written anything about this but want to do so, please share your essay, poem, story, speech, whatever form of writing, in the comments below.
I’m going to be frequently updating this post over the next several days, so don’t be surprised if there is new material on here whenever you come back for more reading.
This post is experimental.
I don’t know how this is going to go or where we will end up. I am excited though to find out.
My heart and mind have experienced many emotions and thoughts since last Friday.
I’m sure you have too.
The purpose of this post is to be an outlet of creativity amidst tragedy. One of my favorite writers, Flannery O’Conner, famously said, “I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.”
That’s what this post is for…to help you know what you think about the event in Paris by writing your thoughts.
Hey, if you write them down and then decide you don’t want to share with us, that’s totally cool. At least doing the exercise will (hopefully) bring you some benefit.
Okay, again, I’ll be adding stuff constantly over time…..my own thoughts are not here at the moment. I’m going to add mine later. This doesn’t mean you can’t beat me to it.
I’ll be checking my inbox periodically, looking for subject lines that say “French Tribute” with your link.
If you want to be spontaneous and start writing on this now, you should go for it in the comments. Let’s see what happens…
Matthew 9:43 PM CST U.S. Fellow writers who have already written about the French tragedy are now sending in links to their work. Here are the blog posts people have shared:
10:16 PM Wednesday
Someone emailed me this story and wanted to remain anonymous.
Dear Matt, I live in Newtown, Connecticut. I love quotes. And I have one quote in particular that my friend once said, one that means so much to me even though it may mean nothing to someone else: The stars are out tonight.
When the shooting at Sandy Hook happened, 26 stars were attached to the top of the Sandy Hook firehouse, which is where the children fled to on that day.
One year after it had happened, my family was buying a Christmas tree from that same firehouse. The stars had each been outlined in lights, so I went across the street and took a picture. Ever since then, stars have been a huge symbol for me.
To me, they represent those who have passed, and the fact that every day they are here with us, never lost, never forgotten. Each day they grow older, but they don’t change, they don’t move from the spot of which they reside, up above us, and in our hearts. So my point is, I guess, that the stars are out tonight. They are tonight and they always will be. They will always be here, and we will continue on, not move past or over but continue; we will hold onto those we have lost while at the same time advancing in our own journeys, building on our stories.
This, what happened, is a piece of our story, it will forever be with us. It is not a hole that was created and must be filled, but exactly the opposite. It is a piece that has been added onto us, added onto our stories. But it does not have to be a bad piece, we cannot give it the power to weigh us down into a dark place. Instead, we must remember to accept, to forgive, and to love. Most of all, we cannot forget that the stars are out tonight.
A Letter Unto You
Looking forward to this a distance to entertain us all. Maybe afterwards, we can attend that most elegant but yet affordable restaurant that you have been so eager to experience.
This hand written letter is just a genuine, faithfully sincere way to act accordingly of how much you mean to me.
Goosies traveling within just thinking of our romantic evening together. For, this is a handwritten letter unto the love of my life, which is that of you. Think of me all day long as I will be thinking of you for eternity”.
Possibly, could have been an aspiring written letter acknowledging the excitement of being intertwined in their very own selflessness, inspiring relationship.
Possibly, throughout the day, joy filled their hearts in increasingly anticipation.
Possibly, that letter was of a seasoned married couple, or maybe newlyweds. Naiveness fills us all, unknowingly, of that very day of Friday, November 13, 2015.
The thoughts of all, whom woke up that very day, never thought, death, would come to pay a visit, Last chances to breathe on their own, they just didn’t realize that GOD’s grace and mercy would enrapture, embrace the very essence of their life. Unknowingly, their fate would be destined to breathe no more. Corruption in such depths of a deepened, unsettling sea of severe “hatred” consumed the very being of them. Confidence of inner peace has been rattled, shaken once more. How many years has it been since the unforgettable tragedy of 9/11? Since, many still have been recrenmated into many casualties overseas as well as continuous murders on the soil of a freedom country, America.
An extensive package deal of “fear” has interceded within the true essence of the GOD fearing being, which is all of you. An unexpected ambush surrounded those honorary souls in Paris. Some, subjected to lying in pools of thick coded blood, without movement, actively playing a role of being dead. My, my possibly, In due time, the heart of Paris will mend, bond, woven into the acts of forgiveness, no matter how much the agony the tears of despair keeps reappearing. In due time, eventually, the hearts of Paris will heal underneath the dismissing matrimony of living in “Fear”.
Author: Chanda K. Clark
11 PM CST U.S.
Hey everyone, I must go get some sleep. Keep the comments coming. Lot’s of interesting stories and poems already here to enjoy.
I’m finding myself gaining new hope in humanity just by reading what you are sharing.
How about you?
Please share this page on social media! I appreciate you so much.
I’ll be back here tomorrow. Can’t wait to see who else drops in.
5:15 PM CST U.S.
A super crazy work day today. Time to add some contributing blog posts. These pertain to the Paris, Nigeria or Lebanon tragedies of late…
Thanks for the opportunity to contribute to you page Matt.
The anger and sadness
Acts of terror instilled in me
Remind me that to be human
Is to be imperfect
But some imperfections
Friday, November 20
From my inbox:
Hi Matthew, I hope this email reaches you. The piece I submitted for the competition was inspired by the incident in France and speaks to it and all the violence all world is experience, all the lives that are stolen by these violent acts. I call it “Act of War”.
I‘ll see what else I can come up with though.
Hey everyone, Strange technical issues today with this site prevented me from updating this page.
I apologize and will add more soon.
Monday, November 23, 2015 Added Posts