a love lost
A dear friend texted me today, her heart as broken as mine over the burning of Notre Dame. If I were a mason, she said, I would travel to Paris to rebuild her. If I were a carpenter, I would fly there to put my soul into the work of placing new beams. Instead, she lamented, I am only a woman capable of crying and praying for a history we have lost.
It's just one of many tragedies we face. It is not a culture destroyed, or bombs dropped upon a city, or infested and contaminated water, but as a human on this planet, I am capable of worrying about more than one thing. Today, I stood in a hotel in Paris, watching the fire on TV. My husband and I came here to walk the paths of our honeymoon, to hold hands in the Cathedral. It isn't a new trip for us. Paris is so much like home and holds so much love for us.
I am not ashamed to say I cried or that we opened a bottle of wine and finished it rather quickly.
Rest well. I cannot wait to stand in your cathedral one last time before I am done on this earth.
It's just one of many tragedies we face. It is not a culture destroyed, or bombs dropped upon a city, or infested and contaminated water, but as a human on this planet, I am capable of worrying about more than one thing. Today, I stood in a hotel in Paris, watching the fire on TV. My husband and I came here to walk the paths of our honeymoon, to hold hands in the Cathedral. It isn't a new trip for us. Paris is so much like home and holds so much love for us.
I am not ashamed to say I cried or that we opened a bottle of wine and finished it rather quickly.
Rest well. I cannot wait to stand in your cathedral one last time before I am done on this earth.