… 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.
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!