By now, you all know of the tragic events that took place yesterday at that most venerable of road races, the Boston Marathon.  As a runner and Bostonian I am sad and sickened at what took place.  But having people that I love so close to the scene is even more traumatic.  My godmother, Rhonda, was about 2 minutes from the finish line when the first explosion occurred.  Her husband and brother-in-law, Rich and Drew were near there are well.  Thank the holy spaghetti monster that they are all safe and unharmed.  But there were a few tense and tearful moments at The Logz yesterday.  There were many more tearful moments as I watched news reports of the events and heard the news of the horrific injuries and deaths.  I went for a run in the woods today and offered my prayers up to the wind and rain.

Bittersweet beginnings because today was my first day working at the farm.  My head and heart are certainly still affected, but being outside in the quiet wind and seeing new life bloom in the earth gave me a small bit of hope that there will be healing.  Or at least I might be starting to heal.  Grabbing fresh spinach from the ground gave me a moment’s pause to realize how simple life can be and how quickly it can change.  So hug those you love and eat some fresh spinach.  It’s that simple!