Flight 3407

I woke this morning, in Mayberry, to the shocking news of an airplane having crashed into a home, one small town to the left. I used to live in that town. Clarence Center, NY. I lived one mile north of the house that now serves as the portal to eternity for 50 souls. I spent a busy day at work today fighting back tears. Tears of utter sadness at the loss so many people were feeling. Tears for this beloved little town that will now be over run by media and FBI and gawkers. It's overwhelming. Sobering. And nothing I ever imagined.

I feel inclined to pray fervently for the well being of all those in transition; the deceased, the loved ones left behind and the good people of Clarence Center shaken to their cores. I feel inclined to say "I love you" louder and more often. I feel inclined to say "yes" a whole lot more often than I say "no". I feel inclined to thank God for the lottery I win each morning when I open my eyes. I feel inclined to study the stars. Watch more birds. Savor every morsel of food. Look into more eyes and more hearts. Live my truth.

Say a prayer with me, if you will. A prayer for the highest and best possible good for all souls. And knowledge in our hearts, despite appearances, that we are held firmly in the palm of never ending love.

{Photo from the Clarence Bee newspaper.}