good in the world

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.