As the week went on, things seemed to get more and more dark. Bombings. Shootings. Explosions. Earthquakes. Everywhere I looked, something worse was going on.
Friday came, and I was glued to my tv, just like everyone else. I knew the afternoon was set up to be a disaster for me - school dismissal, soccer practice , soccer pictures, golf match at the other end of town, musical concert in another city. All occurring within a three hour time span.
Which seemed so trivial after the events of the week, but there you go.
3:00 dismissal. 3:15 pictures. 3:30 drop off at the golf match - 10 miles away. 4:15 soccer pick up, back at school. At 5, I almost decided to skip the outdoor musical production - the weather was getting bad, I was tired, and the thought of driving from the edge of one city to the far end of another was so not appealing. Traffic was insane, my shorties were cranky, and I was hungry. I desperately wanted to pack it in - and my child swore she didn't care if I came to hear her.
But I decided to do it. I begged my mom to take my small girls and fill in for me at golf, and I drove. And I drove and I drove.
When I got there, the production hadn't quite started, and I stood in the middle of the blocked off road. I stood still while people milled around me, jockeying for position, while the musicians warmed up and all around me, there was noise and chaos. I stood totally still and just - was. The music started, my child began to sing, and for one brief minute - there was no bombing, no explosion, no man hunt, no earthquake - there was just peace.
For that minute, standing in the street, surrounded by a swelling crowd, it all evaporated and I was at peace.