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I do not understand the violence in terrorists’ souls that enables them to commit such atrocities as we’ve seen tonight in Paris. It is even more challenging to try to comprehend how someone can do these things in the name of a deity – although at this point, that’s only an assumption. I suppose that is a good thing, that I cannot understand it. But the empath that I am can understand the pain and fear and loss. I can feel a hole in spirit tonight, on a day that started with minor first-world annoyances, and ended with a perspective on what’s really important.

I have never been to Paris, but have always wanted to go. Kelsea had a picture of the Eiffel Tower above her bed since she was born. I put it there to inspire her dreams. She has been there, to the very top, and I envy her that experience. It’s a city that has been made magical in the minds of those who dream. The logical me knows that it is a gritty city, just like another other city, with it’s glimpses of heaven around corners, and sewers that make you wrinkle your nose. Sculpted architectural beauty side-by-side with McDonald’s. It’s the Seine and the bridges, and the homeless and the pickpockets. The tourist traps and the hidden spaces where you can breathe in the past. It has a heart. And tonight, I feel the breaking of that heart.
Prayers for Paris.


Quote of the day: “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” — Ernest Hemingway

Daily gratitudes:
Our freedom
Children’s smiles
Long, long winter scarves
Fancy pajamas
That love can conquer hate

November 2015


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