I believe
in the good of the world. After the
bombings on Monday at the Boston Marathon, I did what many other people did; I
shuddered, my stomach turned and I mumbled the words, “and just like that,” I
was leaving a massage and heard the news from a lady entering a yoga class in the
same studio. I came home, heard what I could on the radio about the horror as I prepared dinner for my family. After my two young boys were tucked snugly in their cozy beds in their cozy rooms and I had thanked all that is bigger than I
am for the blessings in my life, I went
online and read more on different news outlets and social media. I saw the comments people were making and
felt the fear and the anguish people were feeling through their comments. I felt trapped by the fear and the anguish
and then I started thinking of the good in the world, the moments, the smells,
the babies, the humor, the light, the reasons, the love, the movements, the music, the brave, the hope. I believe there is more good in this world
than not. I see it every day, I hear it
every day, and I will share it every day.
