It's different this time.
Not for those directly in the path of the terror - I have no idea what that's really like.
Not for their families and loved ones...
It's not different for those directly affected by horrors like the bombing on Monday.
But it's been different this time for me. The same shock and horror and profound sadness that haunts us all in the aftermath of such frightful events has, yet again, taken root in my heart. We grieve with those who grieve and struggle to press on. To stand strong.
It's different this time because Boston is home. And the many, many seeds of "could have been" continue to scatter across the soil of my imagination. Could have been these people standing right there. Could have been this other place, or that other corner. These "could have been" seeds, if allowed to take root, will grow up into fear and anxiety. I'm rattled - feeling unsettled, upside down. Scared. And I really don't like it.
So, in an effort to calm my fears, I'm choosing green. I'm focusing on new life. I'm wandering in open spaces, under blue skies - listening to birds and inviting the "this is my now" breeze to blow away those "could have been" seeds before they have a chance to grow roots. Because my now - for now - is safe.
Walk with me.
"....whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right,
whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy -
dwell on these things"
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