Life brings sudden delights and sudden horrors -- it did yesterday. I went to the news on my homepage and read about the 15,000 seals that have come ashore from the chilly waters around Cape Cod to bask in early sunshine on the sandy beachers of the National Seashore. 15,000! Imagine! All those animals lying closer than summer tourists, enjoying warmth, not fighting for territory, not annoying one another, each finding a comfortable place among the many and enjoying just the kind of peaceful sensations I enjoy in the sun.
Then I clicked and found "Breaking News" -- it might have been called "heart breaking news" -- about the bombs at the Boston Marathon. All terrorism is an evil; it is aimed at the innocent in order to tell all of us we are not safe. Terrorism at an athletic event, one with thousands of people who have spent years preparing just to run -- to run, as humans always have and many of us have almost forgotten -- to push themselves to their physical edge but not to fight, outwit, out maneuver others, most do not even strive to win, simply to do their best -- that is a perversity of evil. And the injuries to the innocents, mostly spectators ... I am wordless.
Today's poetry is an exerpt, not specifically related to these thoughts but, to me, comforting. It is by Robert Bly:
We did not come to remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves like the trees,
The trees that are broken
And start again drawing up from the great roots.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!