The strangest thing happen to me yesterday in the wake of the Boston marathon bombs … I felt love. A tremendous amount of love and gratitude for my family and friends and my girls who I held a little closer, for the people on the ground in Boston caring for and helping and comforting those around them who were harmed and grieving.
I felt a tremendous amount of gratitude for life!
This is a new feeling for me. In the past, this would have created greater fear and anxiety. I would have sunk into myself, withdrew and threw up every bit of armor and false sense of control that I could muster with the belief that I could protect, prevent or even avoid this blast to the core of our souls. Instead, I chose to grieve and empathize with the people affected … hoping that they know we are with them, that they are in our hearts.
This act of violence (and the others before it) is unacceptable. It is not something we should get used to, it is not something we should become numb to. If we do. Then they win.
I’m choosing to be thankful and root for love instead.