Sadness

In the face of tragedy, it's hard to know what to do. Tearing my face away from the news reports. Quieting the imagination but at the same time thinking of those who are suffering. Horrified by the intrusion upon one of the most life-affirming, ecstatic, and community-driven days of the year in Boston.

When I heard the news, I was about to step out the door on an expedition to find vernal pools in Middlesex Fells to do research for a lesson plan. Those plans were derailed when Santosh came into the room and asked, "Have you heard about these explosions at the marathon?", about which his brother had alerted him by text. We flipped on the TV and then couldn't move for some time as we processed what was happening-- then turned to voracious texting, emailing, and facebooking to find updates of family and friends' whereabouts.

To keep up my new tradition, in some semblance of "carrying on", this haiku stuck out the most:

One insect
  asleep on a leaf
    can save your life

I'm off now in search of that life-saving insect. Or at least something similarly small that can take my mind away from sadness and again towards hope and wonder of the possibilities of life and love.