London

I have been pretty quiet lately, and I had big plans for a long post today, but I’ve put them on hold for the moment because of today’s events. I love London, I’ve spent several wonderful vacations there, and I feel a sort of spiritual kinship to the city. I have friends living there now, and I don’t know if they are ok. I don’t think any of them would be in the affected areas, but I don’t know for sure. One of the bomb blasts was between the Kings Cross and Russell Square tube stations, a route I travelled several times in May. The bus explosion occurred near the hotel we stayed in. In May, I walked all over London feeling totally safe. The fear of a terrorist act should be ever present, but I tend to think of safety in a street crime sense, no doubt a consquence of living in a city with a high crime rate. And London felt safe. But these horrible attacks are a reminder that we’re never really safe anywhere. What a world we live in.