We are 35 days into Lent.  Winter is still with us.  And the world is too much with me.  And so here I sit, tapping out the anxieties that I feel.

I feel my heart racing.  Is it the caffeine or is it all the bad news I’m seeing?  I do not understand all these violence we have for each other.  Somewhere in the world, a bomb kills 20 people.  I see the blood on the ground.  It is the same almost every night…broadcasts of more fighting, more killing.  A woman is raped and killed by a gang of men.  A woman is killed by her lover.  We are all horrified but it goes on and on.

I turn off the television.  But can I turn off the images and my feelings?  And so I talk with my fingers, trying to soothe my heart and soul with the written word.  I make no noise in the night.  All is quiet except for the rhythm of my keyboard.  My heart is slowing down.  I am catching my breath.  I am doing my best.  I am not fighting my feelings but letting them flow out with my breath.  Tomorrow is another day.