Unless you are completely divorced from all forms of communication (and if you’re here, you obviously aren’t) then you know about the tumultuous events of this week in Boston, Massachusetts and West, Texas.
Every newscast was focused with laser-like intensity on these two communities this week, hanging on every bit of news, legitimate and otherwise.was alive with blow-by-blow descriptions of what was being reported during the man-hunt for and capture of the second of the two Marathon Bombers.
I’m not going to repeat any of that. It’s not my story to tell. Theare still recapping everything and coming out with additional facts (at last) as they become available in any case.
I know no one who lives in either Boston or West. I’ve never visited either city. I have no ties to either. If it hadn’t dominated network and radio news and social media, I probably wouldn’t have a clue what happened in either place this past week.
It’s a testament to the global village we now live in that people everywhere know about and feel for the victims of the bombers, and the explosion of the fertilizer plant.
I have felt for, been engaged by, and responded to these tragedies in my own small ways, but I can’t continue to do that.
I’m just posting this by way of letting you know that I am not ignorant, or uncaring, but I also need to move on. As I post about my own trivialities, try not to think poorly of me.
To the people of Boston and West, to the friends and families of the victims, my heart has gone out to you, but I need it back now.
Please see Heather Button’s wonderful love letter to Boston.
And Bolton Carley says: Convert tragedies into brownies.
Both are thoughtful reactions to what’s happened in the past week. In the end, the best victory is to continue to live your most authentic life, to find a way laugh, and otherwise let the bombers of the world know that you have not given in.