I don't have to know the who, how or why to grieve the harm done at the Boston Marathon.
I weep. I hurt. I ache for the pain of the Sandy Hook parents who were there to run 26 miles for 26 lost lives.
grief I try to school and soothe myself by looking through the lens of
history. Throughout history, broken people try to break others. Those
who have been harmed visit their harm on others. Harm tries to find its
I was just thinking that maybe the Medici Family
was visited by random harm as they pursued their interests in the 15th
Century. And the familiar tale of the good Samaritan is in the context
of that road being known to be dangerous. Harm lurking, causing concern.
The broken people have always brought harm to themselves and
others...but now, with dense population centers and immediate access to
news, tender hearts meet a perfect storm of sorrows. Increasing
inclination and immediate access. In fact, the "immediate access" is
incentive for some of the broken ones. 15 minutes of "fame." All heart
So my prayers, attention, emotional support and all
goodness go to the people who are bleeding. The people who were harmed.
The people who stood as witness to this travesty. The runners whose
hopes and dreams and calendar and resources are tied to this historical,
national event. The perpetrators? To you I stand away. I will not
fuel your celebrity by turning my head to look long at you. Sorrow
multiples and I can only wish that you, the bringers of harm, find new
equations that do not add to an equation already filled with pain.
Boston - my heart aches for you, and yours, today.