In the fullness of time

Blossoms galore

Yes, I know I've written about this tree full of blooms before, but I can't help myself. They change every day, and on this day the beauty of these blossoms cannot be denied. In another day or two, they will make a white carpet of petals underneath the tree, and green leaves will have taken their place. Since I took this yesterday, it's possible the changeover has already begun.

When I got home from the gym yesterday, I learned about the ongoing massive fire at the Cathedral of Notre Dame in Paris. Although I have been to Paris, I didn't visit the Cathedral and instead spent my day off at the Eiffel Tower. Now, I wish I had made the effort to get to the Cathedral, because it will never be the same, even if they completely restore it. Thankfully, it's not gone entirely; the two bell towers still exist, and a third of the roof was spared, because of the heroic efforts of 400 firefighters.

I cried as I watched this historic place go up in flames. And this morning on TV I watched huge throngs of people singing hymns outside of what is left, and I cried again. This is the beginning Holy Week for many Christians, and I know I am not alone in grieving for the loss of this more than 800-year-old treasure.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom. --Rumi

I learned today that Paris has made a commitment to rebuild Notre Dame within the next five years. Contributions are pouring in from around the world. I hope I live long enough to see it happen.
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