I had a totally different post in mind for today, one in which I would go blathering on about the great weekend I had working on my novel, how I was lucky to have spent two nights away with little to worry about except the story and getting all those flash cards of scenes into a workable order, how traveling with a writing partner and a kindred spirit made the weekend even nicer and the work a lot less painful.
I planned to share photos: pictures of coffee in pretty cups that made me feel pampered and plate-fuls of sustenance that fueled my energy, and a snapshot of blooming flowers that were a sign of promise on a cloudy day.
But, this week’s tragedy in Boston left me in a quiet state of mind. Grateful to be in the here and now, surrounded by the people I love. Comforted by reminders that there are so many good souls counteracting the crazy in this world. And, glued to this message from a very wise man:
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
