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Crap.  

I was going to take the kids down for a day during Spring Break.

Now I have to go.  And it’s going to be scary.

Universe, sometimes you ask a lot of me.  I walk through almost every fear.  But this one kinda bites.

Of course, I didn’t have anything blown off, so I really should just shut up.  Dealing with that loss, or the loss of a loved one.  That takes bravery.

And, I have to teach my kids how to be brave.

So down we went.  I’m so glad we did.  Just one day earlier they had moved the memorial into the heart of Copley Square.  When we got there it already looked like this:

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We walked around the perimeter of the memorial, where people had been leaving flowers, stuffed animals, notes, running shoes, and caps:

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But my favorites were the peace cranes:

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There were also two large chalk boards where people could write.  They were already totally filled with sentiments of hope and love.  It was quiet there.  Even the news vans parked in the street weren’t rumbling as loudly as the usually do, the city was there, awake and alive, but softer somehow, like the sounds of the city formed a cocoon around us, like a lullaby of normality….see?  Life continues to flow…Life must still push on to make room for all the Love that needs to be here.

The city was full of blossoming trees, bulbs exploding everywhere (a much better kind of explosion), the sun was brilliant that day in a cloudless sky.

And people were resuming the rhythms of living, doing both the important stuff and the mundane, but in stopping by the memorial, making the time to do that, they were saying, “I call Love in here, into this place, right now”.

We were all strangers, but we were talking to each other.  Sometimes without saying a word.  And listening.  Making eye contact.  Using manners.  Just breathing in and out.

It felt good to be alive.  More than that, it felt good to know we had the choice, we were making the choice, to live, and to let it feel good.

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