with the bombings in Boston last week, the manhunt that ensued, the gun legislation that failed to pass, and all the lives lost i am both bewildered and discouraged. it was unfathomable. much of last week was unfathomable.
and yet, as all that was happening, spring erupted in her multi-colored splendor.
and there must be a lesson in that.
if you are a longtime reader you know that i am big fan of cheryl strayed and her dear sugar columns. the refrain she utters column after column, piece after piece, is as follows: every last one of us can do better than give up.
that is my thought for this next week. i can do better than give up. i can choose love and compassion and empathy at every turn. i can practice kindness despite my anger and despite my fear. i can be better than i want to be.
i hope this week is better than last. and i hope we all might find some beauty in the changing of the seasons.