Such a range of emotions this week. Seems like I got almost everything this week. I began the week stressed to get a tedious job almost completed to frustration because of someone delaying the last part of it. I was happy when I saw snow falling--falling snow always makes me happy. Anxious because I was asked to take care of something that was a bit out of my comfort zone...still working on it. Last of all, joining everyone else in sorrow for the terrible things that happened in France.
I guess some of the news got to me a little because somewhere in my dreams last night, I saw two bodies covered in clear body bags appear. They were two men whose skin was completely taken off of their faces, exposing the flesh. I didn't know them. I often don't dream about people I know. I just remember waking up and feeling more sorry for those who had to see this in reality. It has brought me and most like several others about 9/11, the shock, the anxiety about the future, and how solemn life was for several months. The one good part that came out of it was how the people came together to help each other. It was unity in all its beauty. I wish we'd kept that part in practice. That was a little piece of heaven among the sorrow.
It's not just words, I and the people in my part of the U.S. are truly grieving with them.
