So as we sit, life flows and churns. In our household, we are in the midst of birthday season, prepping for Spring concerts and ballets, lots of celebrating, running about, and sighs over life's daily demands. It's a pretty day, flowing along like any other and then the violence happens-again. So we sit, think, pray, cry and wonder-again. The webs of the world are so closely knit, whether we always remember it or not. Our hearts, hopes and minds are with families, friends and strangers in Boston.