By now most everyone has heard about the explosions in Boston. I have no words. My reaction has been a visceral return to 9/11. I know it’s not the same. But turning on the TV to coverage put me right back to that day. I was in Montana. I am in Montana. But it doesn’t change the horror and the knots in my stomach and the chills and the desire to simply weep for those who are hurt, killed, suffering, and the rescue workers who are wading into danger never knowing if they too will be killed, and their families who must exist in fear today and tomorrow and I don’t know how long.
Prayers and hope and peace for Boston. The world holds you in our hearts.