We Are All French Today

Watching the numbers grow higher last night, I couldn’t help but cry. I was able to hold my own children closer and tuck them in bed and tell them I love them. And I knew countless families are in mourning, lives cut so short by actualized hate.

I am a softy. I will be crying over everything for the foreseeable future. But I cry for those lost and for those grieving. I cry for myself as there are now much lost in our world. What amazing people we have lost, what could they have become and done is gone. The world today is just a bit smaller and sadder.

I don’t like commenting on the news. What would my few words do to help? And then it hit me, we have to add back to the love in the universe. We need to feel the horror to remind us we are not as separate as we might think even though we may be countries apart. Such actions ripple though all of us, affects every single one of us. And we have to let love, kindness and generosity guide us. Above all we can not let hate guide us or will be no different than those who carried out those attacks, who’s hearts was twisted and hardened by hate.

Today I am French in my heart and in grief.

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About Isabella LeCour

She is nothing more than the collections of thoughts placed into the virtual worlds. She is a poet, a mother, a lover, many things to different people. But mostly, she is nothing but smoke and mirrors - some ethereal thing that blinks in an out of existence.
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