The following is a comment I posted on the team treasury thread of my favorite etsy team, Shiny Happy People. https://www.etsy.com/teams/11263/shiny-happy-
This portion began as a comment to Jill in Australia, but morphed into a stream of consciousness about today's explosions at the Boston Marathon.
Jill had originally shared a story about the Rainbow Crossing created in Sydney as part of a Mardi Gras celebration. She also shared this link, www.facebook.com/DIYrainbowcrossings She felt it was, and I agree, a heartwarming balance to today's grim news from Boston.
Here is what I wrote:
Jill LOVED The DIY rainbow crossings...rather makes it a good thing that the city officials were so tight-@55 ed about it...so they provided a gift to the world: their inflexibility led the world to speak up in so many loving and beautiful ways....so we are grateful for the role they played, because now we have a much more powerful sense of our collective joy. Were it not for the chalk rainbows, I would never have heard of the rainbow crossing. So, from a different perspective, I am glad of the gift of inflexibility.
This afternoon and tonight I was struck by the images from Boston played and replayed on the news....the site of the first explosion, all those flags...it seems an attack on all nations, on all the people who came together for the race...and the initial blast did not take any flags down. It was as if the earth herself were standing with all nations, all people, against the blast.
Tonight, sitting in my quiet house...my husband at work, my daughter in another state, my son on a night ferry between Greece and Italy, I cannot believe that the world is a horrible place. the world is a wonderful place, and most of the people are good and loving and true. I cannot live in fear.
I will not live in fear. Not for my husband, not for my kids, not for your husbands or your kids....not for the loved ones in Boston or Australia, or anywhere else.
I choose to live my life in love. Whether we come together to run a race or to make our rainbows seen, it is all the good in us that will help heal the wounds left by the few that are so lost or so angry or so desperately unhappy that see no option but violence.
Slowly I have come to a place where I can have compassion for all the beings on the earth, even those among us who do us the most hurt. I can see where, in the context of our history, their actions only serve to bind us closer together, to be more compassionate with one another, to reach to one another for healing and comfort and love.
The child killed in Boston to day was eight years old. How close in age to the twenty children lost to us in Connecticut last December. My sister told me that the last mile of the marathon was dedicated to the memory of those last in Newton, that many Newtown family members were there, along that last mile. I wonder will any of them meet with the parents and family of that eight year old? Will they be able to share in this new grief, to help hold it, to support these parents because of what they themselves still hold? In a sad and tragic way, only they can truly sympathize with the parents of that small boy tonight. How terrible that their great sorrow may be of some help to others tonight.
Singer/songwriteer Cheryl Wheeler sang, "A broken heart keeps beating all the same." I am with you, Shiny Happies, my heart is broken again as well, but I will not give in to fear or to sadness or to hate. It is our love for one another that keeps our broken hearts beating. It is, in fact, the only way to healing.
Just needed it get that out, ...thank you all for your patience.