"On a bad day I have mood swings, but on a good day, I have the whole mood playground"~Charles Rosenbaum

I walked into the foyer of church today, early for a change, and saw everybody wearing little purple ribbons. Within seconds of noticing, there was a basket in my face full of the same little purple ribbons and a letter from the leaders of the prebyterian church Ireland. It is a little purple ribbon that represents peace, a little sign that we aren't prepared for things to go back to the way that they used to be. Teamed with a sermon that preached community and planting little seeds of peace everywhere we go and it felt a good. Community is a comfort word for me. But I was also comforted by everybodies reaction to the real IRA attacks last week. I'm comforted that people are responding, openly admitting and showing that they are scared and that politicians are speaking out against it.

I'm a little scared. I'm scared that they found over 60 bullet shells on the scene. I'm scared that there were police cars at every junction on my way home last night. And I'll wear my little purple ribbon until I'm not so scared.