Tonight, as I prepare to go to sleep, I am aware of how fortunate I am. I have a warm, safe place to lay my head, and a reasonable expectation of awakening to the same. This sense of well being affords me a feeling of Peace.
I cannot help but think about the stark contrast of my circumstances to those of the people of Mocoa, Columbia, whose lives were turned inside out by flood waters caused by excessive rainfall in the area. Many people have died, and still others are missing. There is no way to tell how long the chaos will go on as people attempt to make sense of this turn of events. My whole being aches for the families and the community.
Also, I found myself holding my breath as I heard the news of the bombing in Saint Petersburg, Russia. The absolute shock people must have experienced as they witnessed, and were injured by the explosion seems unbearable. I can’t imagine the tremendous pain of the families of those killed or injured in the attack. My heart feels heavy with the viciousness of this act.
So yes, I get to go to bed in a warm, safe place tonight. I do so however, with the my arms energetically wrapped around the people of Mocoa and St. Petersburg in love, community and healing.