Peace
Posted: July 8, 2005 Filed under: Uncategorized 2 Comments »The horrors on the news — the terrible losses in London — are such a stark contrast to this moment. It is not without guilt that I report that the men, Andrew and Jason, have taken all six boys to the beach to say goodbye to the ocean and to fly kites while Ellen and I prepare Shabbat dinner. I made challah - traditional braided bread earlier today. Ellen is roasting chickens and potatoes and we have a beautiful fresh salad from the local stand. Candles are on the table (in Corona bottles for that beach feeling). It’s so peaceful – I can’t find the words to describe it.
Tomorrow, we go home. We’re almost all packed. We’re tired and tan and already thinking about next year. I’m not sad — I know that I can find a way to hold onto this feeling, if only a tiny piece of it, until then.
I just wish that I could share it.
“Blanche”, you don’t need to feel the least bit guilty. Life goes on. I must admit that neither John nor I went back into London on Friday, but that’s because our companies said we didn’t have to (the course I was going to teach on Friday was cancelled, and his office suggested that employees just work from home because of transportation complications). I didn’t mind not taking the train back into London, but *I* actually felt a little guilty not doing so.
We can’t let terrorists run our lives.
Janet
(www.lordcelery.blogspot.com)
Yes, life goes on. With that awful feeling in the pit of our stomachs. That we wish away over the weeks. Until the next time.
I’m glad you and yours are okay.