Thoughts after Boston Marathon

It had been a great weekend. I was able to celebrate my birthday with my daughter and my husband. We had traveled to Boston to watch Celia run the Boston Marathon. She finished her race and we were waiting to reunite with her when the bombs went off. After some confusion and panic we finally found her back in the hotel room. What happened after that in Boston has been so well covered by the media that there is not much I could add.
It is hard to tell how this event will affect our individual lives. On Monday through her tears my daughter screamed:”I never want to come back to this place!” On Tuesday she was determined to run the marathon again next year. All three of us thought it would be great if we all qualified to run the race. Now that is a far fetched dream for me, but I did start my training by going on a walk just in case. My husband did his first run as well.
I came back from Boston broken-hearted, I felt like I had gone through a wringer washer.  As part of my healing, I decided to do a series of paintings, drawings, prints, jewelry etc. of my favorite subject: the peace dove. I will make 117 of them, one for each year of the Boston Marathon. My dream is to accomplish this by the next year’s marathon.
I finished my first painting yesterday. It is called Too Much Work for One Little Bird. It has a weary looking peace dove watching over the earth. What I like to say with this painting is that we all need to help; we all need to work towards peace within ourselves and within our communities. Peace is the responsibility of all of us.