Curious George had the man with the yellow hat, and I’ve got my yellow bag. Today I’m packing light and heading to Marseille, then on to Aix-en-Provence for the night. More to follow!
The Villa Ephrussi de Rothschild in neighboring St. Jean.
“We can’t forget how lucky we are; we can’t stop fighting for a world in which more people are freed from the degrading stresses of material want and insecurity. But we also can’t forget that blessings give us the opportunity to live lives of quality and purpose and service and love.” – David Roberts
I took this photo on my way to Fenway Park on a beautiful spring morning, just hours before bombs exploded at the Marathon finish line. Earlier today, on Boylston Street, I saw a city coming back to life. Nothing is forgotten – the memorial from the barricade has been moved to Copley Square, and for a public space it is surprisingly quiet and reverent.
Viewing the memorial and being on Boylston St., I kept thinking of a lovely prayer that my college chaplain used to use, and that several clergy friends have invoked in the past weeks. It is attributed to Henri-Frederic Amiel.
“Life is short, and we do not have much time to gladden the hearts of those who travel with us, so be quick to love and make haste to be kind.”
It would be a shame if we were only moved to act in this way in the aftermath of tragedy.