Because I reach a state of overwhelm so quickly, I avoided news coverage of the Boston bombings, seeing if I could find my way to grief and be led by that. I did not look much at Facebook, unless there was an image of beauty, for loveliness is balm to my tattered spirit.
I did stop by the blog, Premium T, for I had not visited there in too long. It was an experience of being recalled to one's senses, one's better angels. Please go and read what Therese found her way to in an uncertain week on an uncertain planet. If we are even half-way present, the answer is always love. The question is irrelevant.
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