… But I am not arriving this time.
And I am sad and scared and angry to say “this time”… Lost in dismay at the frequency of horror in our society…
Is our world breaking?
I am sending Love and Prayers, the only antidote I know.
Many thanks to Jeanne at Collage of Life for her most recent post. I found some peace in reading it and if you are so inclined, you can find it here.
I think sometimes my heart can't take anymore this kind of senseless violence. I was trying hard not to think or talk about it. The sorrow and pain can be too much and very hard to comprehend.
xo Amelia
Dear Heather..it seems almost unbelievable..what is happening in America. My daughter, living in PA, asked me why this was happening…I struggled with an answer. She moved to the USA in August 2012, the last time she lived in the USA was in 1998. Too young to understand the world around us at that time. The heartache seems to come one after another..no longer all those years separating one incomprehensible tragedy from another. Thank you for suggesting my post, I am glad there was something there that resonated with you. I am off to Boston tomorrow..with a heavy heart. Thinking of you as we each sit on distant shores wondering what is happening in our home country. xx
Dear Heather…words can not express the depth of emotion, from one tragedy to the next. We feel it deeply and seem to always be searching. I am off to Boston tomorrow, my 'hometown'. I travel quietly…knowing what it to come. Through it all we search for understanding, grabbing what we can. I am glad that my post touched you in some small way. Thank you for passing it along. Thinking of you as we both sit on distant shores wondering what it going on in our home country.. xx
Sending good thoughts your way, Vicki. And of course to those in Texas and Boston. And the parents of the Newton tragedy who must be devastated by the US Senate blocking restrictions on gun control. Yes, it is too much. Too much.
xo,
H
This morning's news in Texas makes me only feel more and more saddened by the state of our world… senseless tragedy… however perpetrated it is utterly devastating… and right now the unfathomable just seems to roll on and on… Boston was enough… too, too much… and yet now the US has this explosion to deal with…
I feel quite flat as I am sure you do Heather… xxv
Very grateful that your Granddaughter is safe and sending strength towards Boston.
Travel safely and what a blessing that you were able to be with all of your children in the midst of such difficulty. I remember well the sadness in NYC after 9/11.
Perfectly said, D. Sending my Best to you too…
I am glad to see that I am not the only one who was touched by Suze's wise ways.
Joan, I didn't know that you were a Bostonian too. And you have done so much to work for a better world in your life, you are an example to us all.
I am very, very sorry to hear that, Anon.
I am so glad that you and yours are ok, Judith. I know that this is especially painful to Bostonians.
xo
You are right, Loree, I need to stop trying to understand. And just try and send the good stuff…
Pam, it was when I read in the article on your blog that there were parents from Newton at the finish line…
Merci, Lorrie. Sending one right back.
Suze, I was so surprised by your comment that I had to simmer it for a day. Thank you with all of my heart–both for your belief in me but also your enormous guidance in opening the doors and showing the way forward. You have helped me more than you know. You and that bobbing balloon. So I promise to do my best. Thank you, thank you for being the wonderous person that you are.
Thank you, Sister.
I was in my car ( in Montreal) when I heard the news…pulled over and with a shaky hand , used my cell phone to call my granddaughter in Boston. When I heard her voice, the tears sprang to my eyes. She is safe. "Yes, Nana, I went last year, but I am working today".
Thankful for my own..devastated for all the others in this frightening act.
There is only compassion for all..because we all suffer from this madness that rages throughout the world.
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The sadness here is palpable. I came to visit my first grandchild, and was thrilled that the visit coincided with the marathon, a source of happiness throughout our lives in my hometown. I gathered with my five children tonight, on the eve of my departure back to France, in love and bewilderment, grateful that they are fine, but broken-hearted for those who are not.
There is no understanding. Only bewilderment and sorrow. Only dredging hopefulness from some deep and quiet interior space.
May our children know a better world.
Suze, thank you for the first sentence (especially) of your comments. Much appreciated.
The Institute of Contemporary Art, a stunning building opening to downtown Boston harbor, made a point of being open today, waiving admission charges, saying it hopes it might provide place and art for reflection and solace. Much as your post today does and the Bell Meditation posted on Collages did last night…the last sounds I heard.
Moving comments from Egypt, Iran and beyond posted on NYTimes story.
Working for peace, within and without. I believe we each much do what we can…and then a bit more.
Joan, born and raised in Boston.
If you are talking about here in Boston, it's worse than reported.
Heather, I just found out that my 18-year-old niece left the finish line shortly before the explosions. She and her friends caught the last train out of town.
Horrifying to see such photos of my home town. I return tomorrow to a very different place.
We should be angry, but also as Suze says continuing to provide light and beauty is the antidote to such horror.
I don't think that anybody can understood. Perhaps it's not for us to understand. Perhaps all we can do is try to love this warped world and pray. Above all else, pray.
i am so so sad.
i am sending love and prayers along with you.
xo
Bewildered. I do not understand how people can hurt others. Life is such a gift, and so fragile.
Your photos are full of peace, and the church spire points to heaven, the source of all hope.
Hugs.
Heather, honey, you have to fight to protect the beauty of your own spirit. You are a light. The best we can do in the freakishly dark spaces is to nurture our own candles and yours gives off tremendous heat and loveliness. Just keep being Heather in this breaking world, okay? Promise me that.
Thank you for this peaceful post. It is hard to know what to say in a time like this, but it is soothing to know that many many people are sending out prayers and love to everyone touched by the recent tragedy. And to be grateful for the things in our own lives, not get so caught up in (what are, in hindsight) trivial matters. Sending love to you, too!