Ten years ago, what were you doing in life. Did you think you would be “here?” Were you thinking past September 11?
My daughter asked me the other day what I meant when I said that good can come out of bad. You know me. I cocked my guns and started happily blazing. Good coming out of bad has nothing to do with the badness of events. It has everything to do with the goodness. It has everything to do with what is stronger. The love. Love is stronger than anything.
Victor Hugo described La Esmerelda‘s beauty with this kind of quality around her peers.
As, however, they all possessed nearly the same degree of beauty,
they fought with equal weapons, and each might cherish a hope of
victory. The coming of the Bohemian suddenly destroyed this
equilibrium. Her beauty was so surpassing, that at the moment
when she appeared at the entrance of the room, she seemed to shed
over it a sort of light peculiar to herself. In this close
apartment, over-shadowed by hangings and carvings, she appeared
incomparably more beautiful and radiant than in the public place
like a torch which is carried out of the broad day-light into
the dark. In spite of themselves, the young ladies were dazzled.
Each felt wounded, as it were, in her beauty.
Love, or call it goodness, has a victory to offer us. In the presence of bad or not bad, Love is. And because it is, the turning of bad into good happens. In consequence to its goodness and nothing else.
...like a torch which is carried out of the broad
day-light into the dark.
September 11, ten years ago, the streets of Boston were filled with parked cars. The taxis were not going anywhere. Their drivers were dazed, their radios blasting the news of smoke and buried bodies. I was weeping with them and sat on the curb, cold with the early night, listening to their radios. I don’t know why I didn’t go home to watch the news. I wanted to be with these people I think. The people. We needed each other. What could love bring out of this ten years later? What would light do in this darkness?
I don’t know what your story is but I believe that Love is. And because of what it is, in our darkness, good can come. It has everything to do with what Love is and is all the more lovely because of the bad company.
Here is one mother’s story. Please tell us yours. Keep on.
Self-Care Tip – When bad is there, remember that Love is.