It was nice to be home yesterday. It seems the weather changed while we were away. It’s suddenly spring, the grass green, the donkeys and sheep grazing this morning instead of eating hay. Other changes too, Jon got another tattoo, his third, a swallow and the last lines from Mary Oliver’s poem Mornings at Blackwater.(…Put your lips to the world and live your life). And, of course, the bombing at the Boston Marathon which has changed greatly the lives of the people involved and for all of us change will come in ways we don’t yet know. The sadness I’ve felt is familiar. The sadness of a tragedy experienced at a distance. The kind that reminds me of how connected we all really are and the beauty of that connection. It’s in that connection and the idea that the survivors begin again and again that I find comfort.