Sometimes there are no words, and yet, here I am. Today I sat in an elementary school building, surrounded by beloved children, as I heard the news that 27 children had been murdered in a Connecticut school. What do we do? We keep moving, we take care of our children while simultaneously mourning those who are now lost. I handed out snacks, zipped coats, touched the tops of heads, and said goodbye. Always, we will have to say goodbye, and sometimes it is too soon. I have yet to watch the news. I know enough.