As usual I had an early morning. I gratefully managed to begin my day with meditation, just as I had planned. I did some laundry and watched a pod cast from Hay house after some difficulty logging in. This has been a pattern for me also.
I decided my main goal today would be to organize my DVD and book purchases and get my parcels ready for the post office. This is usually a multi-day chore for me. I was determined to get it done before my spouse was out of school. I decided to turn on the news, a habit I usually choose not to do. Much to my chagrin of course was the news of the fire at the Notre Dame Cathedral. It was such a tragic day.
In 2000 we chaperoned 30+ middle school students on a summer trip to Europe, The trip was very challenging due to the travel company we were part of, but the sights were amazing. The students were very appreciative of all the history they were able to witness. This cathedral was one of our visits and it truly was magnificent. Today was such a sad day to witness the loss of beauty, spirituality, and history.
I was able to finish my tasks along with finally getting my spouse to agree to his first pedicure. All the TVs in the salon were on. The news on the silent TVs again showed updates on the tragic burn. Witnessing the sadness of the French people did not require any words.
Watching the destruction of the cathedral did take me back to the horror of watching the towers burn in New York on 911. As sad as this tragedy is I was hoping that it was not some terrorist attack. That would have added insult to injury. As I read the news tonight gratefully it appears that is not the case.
I believe the French will rebuild as they say they want to. I hope they come together as a country to bring back the wonderful building that has been part of their history. And sadly I am once again embarrassed by the pontification of our political “leader.”
I have so much to be grateful for, and I am deeply happy for many things in my life, but I am coping with grief today.
There are so many people suffering and the greatest loss of all happened to a young middle school boy. We (our core) were informed this morning of a young man succumbing to leukemia. He was so well liked and such a joy to his family. The news was devastating and unnerving. To have to go back and start my teaching day was more than difficult. There have been far too many emergency meetings these last few years. I am praying for his family as they move through this excruciating time.
I was informed recently that a sweet young mother miscarried. My heart goes out to her in her loss. As a mother I understand her anguish. She is not only dealing with the emotional pain but also the heartache of carrying the knowledge of the loss by herself.
I having been dealing with the sadness of a young man’s teenage angst. I want to help but there is only so much I can do. I remember the teen years and the drama that can ensue. I am praying for a viable option for him.
I am worried for a dear friend. She is facing some physical difficulties and is not being supported. It makes me sad that others are questioning her and invalidating her instead of being there for her.
I am worried sick about the health and safety of some family members. I have a hint about their well being and I pray daily for them.
So today I am feeling grief on so many levels. I am doing the best I can to deal with everything on my plate. Everything will still be there tomorrow. But what I know is that I have people who care about me and my feelings. I have terrific souls who reach out and let me know I can talk to them if I need to. That brings me so much joy and gratitude that I can cry.
I am still reeling from yesterday’s tragedy. I am not OK with the hatred and violence.
Now today on a personal note I will no longer be a part of something I love. Circumstances change and I need to take care of me. I am in tears for my personal loss and I feel ashamed for it when what is happening in the world is so dire.
So today I am grateful I am alive and that I have people that care about me.