We are now two days out of the bombing in Boston. The in-depth reporting goes on and on. The repeated interviews of victims and passersby continue to grow. And what do we do with all that information? Where do we stockpile this information in high definition 3-D color of tragedy?
The flowers above were in the mementos that people left out side University Medical Center after the shootings here in Tucson. Boxes and boxes of tokens of love and hope left behind to help heal the broken hearts here in Tucson. And it was only the beginning. We've seen Aurora, Colorado and Sandy Hook, and now the Boston Marathon.
Where do you turn? To sorrow or to anger? I hear about lessons learned but what does that mean? How easy it is to build bombs.
How angry people are everywhere. We have yet to unmask the bogey Man. Violence begets violence. Fear creates more fear. Where does peace come from these days anyway?
I can only tend my small plot in this giant puzzle of a world. I can ask that you smile at a stranger so that he or she knows that they are welcome in this part of the world. I can reach out through this medium and say that we all have a message. All messages are welcome as long as they bear love