March 21, 2003
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Yesterday and today have been difficult for so many. In my own small, sheltered, privileged, and distanced way, they have been difficult for me as well. I have, somewhat unexpectedly, had a quite visceral reaction to world events: my frustrations and laments created a pain in my stomach that has hardened into a small stone I carry with me. Never before has my body reacted in such a way.
I realize now that twelve years ago I was too young to fully understand the consequences of that war; I am further concerned that eventual hindsight afforded me will reveal more unsettling offenses than those I recognize as I watch, listen to, and read various news sources.
I listen to Arvo Part's Litany, a symphony that consists of twenty-four choral prayers (one for each hour of the day), as slight consolation and make my own secular prayers with every passing moment.
I hope that in the coming days those who are suffering now will rediscover that there is beauty in this world and that life is a precious, precious gift.