Monday, April 15, 2013


Leaving work today, I stared at the sidewalk, feeling so sad about what happened in Boston this afternoon. As I walked, I heard chirping, and as I got closer to my car, the chirping increased in volume until it was almost all I could hear. I finally spotted a little bird, sitting on a signpost, singing so loudly, with all the feeling in his tiny body, that his feathered chest puffed out and his little feet almost left the ground.

All of the sudden, that famous first line of Emily Dickinson's poem —"Hope is the thing with feathers"— ran through my mind, and I was so overcome with feeling that my eyes started to well up. I'm so lucky that my friends who live in Boston—who happen to be some of my best—are OK, because I know there are a lot of people who aren't. So to everyone affected by today's tragedy, I'm sending thoughts of love, peace, and above all, hope.

P.S. On such a dark day, it's so amazing to see the efforts of first responders and marathon volunteers and generous bystanders. Sometimes it's hard to remember, but there is a lot of good in this world.

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  1. Megan, what happened in Boston is truly heartbreaking. Like you, I'm amazed by the efforts of first responders and those nearby. Seeing the Red Cross tweet that they didn't need any more blood donations thanks to the generosity of donors was a bright spot in this sea of tragedy. Glad you are finding refuge and peace in poetry.

    1. Aw, thanks, Alicia. That Red Cross tweet is amazing--I am also reading that AirBNB is waiving fees in Boston for those affected who need a place to stay, and the other good deeds that are being done are really and truly inspiring. It's amazing what we can do when we come together.


  2. What a lovely post and I love the reference to the bird and Dickinson. It is such a tragedy what happened. And as dark of an event as it is, I agree with you that it is in fact so amazing how the human spirit can lift above and be generous and good.