I have family in Boston. Many of you have family and friends there. Or, you’ve been there once and loved the city. Or, you’ve admired the Red Sox, or been an aficionado of the Boston Tea Party. Or, you have seen or reflected on violence in other parts of the world, and you grieve.
Experiences like this connect us. Needless to say, it shouldn’t take something like this, but already we are hearing lovely stories from Boston of people reaching out to those in need, and neighbors coming together. Something good is deeply evoked.
The loving, suffering field of our ancestors has something real to offer to us. I admit, it feels a little weird to be publicizing my free telecall at this time, but mostly, I am honored. I am passionate about sharing this work because it really makes a difference.
Feel this: Imagine Boston itself as “person,” big with history, dignity and power. Now, imagine the first residents of that area, the Massachusett people, standing there with their dignity. Add the victims of the first Boston Massacre in 1770. Add in the patriots who oversaw the Boston Tea Party and participated in the Revolution. Imagine the whalers, and the slave traders. Imagine the slaves, who often first touched the New World here. Imagine the boys who died in the Civil War. Include the generations of mothers. Now add, finally, the victims of yesterday, and especially include 8 year old Martin. Imagine them all together, the “good” and the “bad,” all together, sharing the dignity of being human. Boston holds them all with love and support.
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