Heavy Heart: A Day After the Boston Terror

My heart is still heavy as I wake up this Tuesday morning.  

It feels like September 12, 2001 when the reality sank in that all the smoke, fire, injuries, deaths were real and not some strange nightmare.  

Another layer of innocence disappears. Another realization that mans inhumanity to man knows no bounds takes its place.  

Another realization that this world, the one we have so casually left to our kids, grandkids, and generations yet to be born needs urgent repair on almost every level.

So in my sorrow, I meditate.

I allow heightened consciousness of the darkest-of-dark to come into fine tune just as I allow heightened consciousness of the beloved light to fill my every cell.

Tears flow. Hope flows.

Commitment flows that I can and will do my small piece to neutralize the toxic poisons that exist by generating positive/light energy in meditation and in my actions.

It isn't much but it is all I have to give from my two-weeks-away-from-turning-70 self.

Silently, I commit to continue dropping my small packet of meditation sugar into the salty ocean until (if enough of us do the same) that vast body turns sweet.

Until then, my prayers go out to all who suffer because of the toxic darkness in Boston and around the world (for surely this is not just a USA issue).

At least this is how it feels here in Central NJ, USA the day after tax day and the day after the Boston horror.

Copyright 2013 Judy Shepps Battle 

Judy Shepps Battle is a New Jersey resident, addictions specialist, consultant and freelance writer. Her weekly column "It Takes a Village" appeared in the South Brunswick Patch for a year. She can be reached by e-mail at writeaction@aol.com. Additional information on this and other topics can be found at her website at http://www.writeaction.com/.