Places to go and errands to complete took up my entire afternoon yesterday. I rarely turn on my radio in my car when I am busy. I think that I’ve heard so much talking, laughing, feet tapping, hands clapping, and chairs moving that I need a bit of quiet time in my car when I am going to school. Now…I just don’t listen to the radio at all, at any time. I knew nothing about the very sad incident in France until I was almost home. My husband called to tell me the news.
Again. The images of another nightmare filled the news programs. The pictures were so vivid, so real, so much destruction of life. A baby carriage. People running every direction. Two older ladies in white clothing trying to step off of a curb. At least, that is what it looks like they are doing. One looked like she was holding the other one. Were they hurt? Where did they go? I’ve seen the image repeated several times on the news. Those two older ladies and their obvious and extreme panic are staying on my mind. I doubt that they could run quickly or possibly not run at all. I find myself worrying about them.
But…what good does my worrying do? It does not help in any way. All I can do is to make certain that I do what is right in my own part of the world. All I can do is to make certain that I read and study enough to understand what is going on. All I can do is to make safe choices as well as honorable choices. All I can do is to continue to seek peace.
Peace. Not nightmares. Again I say…Let There Be Peace On Earth And Let It Begin With Me.