Three Wishes For Boston

Blogging Friends.... I have been absent from commenting on everybody's Blogs. Again. But, as I continue to be In Editing with Little Miss Secretive Writing Project, I'll just need to remain absent. Because. I wish to have this completed in about two weeks!! No pressure!! Seriously. As a person who lives with attention deficit disorder, I cannot do "deadlines"!! But please don't forget me or Rose!! Check in on us from time to time. And leave comments, so I know that you were here!!

As everybody very well already knows, a "terrorist act" took place in Boston, Massachusetts on Monday, April 15th, 2013. "A terrorist act". I hate the sound of those words. Thus. As with everybody else, my heart and soul are in Boston right now, with cosmic emotions running freely through this thick skull of mine. More shall be expressed. Or not. Some emotions are best kept private. Even coming from a girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. I was walking through our tall grass yesterday, cleaning up Rose's poop, prior to it being mowed. I found several wispy-seeded dandelions. I picked one, and for a single second, my body transformed into a little girl. I blew on it, watching every seed fly away. Every seed. Suddenly, the thought occurred to me that I should have made a wish. But for what? I thought about it for a second. I shall make a wish for Boston. I picked another wispy-seeded dandelion. I blew on it. To healing. Then, I picked another for Boston. To recovery. And, lastly, a third, symbolizing the bombings' "death toll". To justice. Apparently, this is what I do during times when I feel utterly helpless. Oh, and I pray during Rose's morning walk. For healing. Recovery. Justice, and then some. My heart goes out to everyone involved. The survivors. Those who are in close proximity to them. The victims. Their grieving families. The hospital staff. Their doctors and trauma teams. The firefighters who witnessed such horrific things. They are superheroes for sure. The onlookers. Every symptom of post traumatic stress disorder that each person--no matter what their encounter with this tragedy will inevitably face. And--all politics set aside--President Barack Obama.   

 

To freedom. God bless America. To peace.