Thank you from all of us for your comments and thoughts in the past few days - they did speak to me, from your corners of the world, of that language of love that seems the only possible way to respond to tragic events.
On these same days we all enjoyed Rebecca's tulips - big, bright flowers that bloom as soon as winter is over, growing out of a soil still hard and cold, from the same bulbs that regenerate spring in and spring out. I don't think we took particular care when we chose the spot where we planted them three years ago. But as it happens, they bloom right in front of our bedroom windows, and are the first thing we see when we open the shutters in the morning, and the last when we closed them at night. While they bloom, they seem impossibly and perfectly beautiful. Then they're gone - a fleeting symbol of all that is impermanent. And maybe they're even more beautiful because they're so impermanent.