A week ago today, two brothers made the decision to intentionally kill, maim, injure and terrorized innocent individuals, the city of Boston, our Nation and the World. The bombings at the Boston Marathon hit me really hard. Maybe because it is my city, maybe because I used to live in Watertown and maybe it is because I have watched the Marathon from the finish line countless times.
The more I think about it, I realize what has upset me the most is that there is no explaining why these two young men did what they did. They don’t fit into the usual “box” of explanation. They were not terrorist from a far away place and they were not mentally ill. No, according to their friends and neighbors they were likable, polite young men living the American dream. Although not much has been said of the older brother, the younger one had everything going for him. He was bright, popular, athletic, and attending UMass on a scholarship. By all appearances he could have been any 19 year old kid…he could have been my kid. This is what has shaken me to my core. What on Earth could we have done to prevent this?
After a week of stress and sadness I needed to get away from the TV coverage and begin my own mental healing. I feel much better today and I thought I would share with you what I do when my mind is in crisis. I go out into Nature. Usually it is the Ocean I seek out and a long walk along the beach but yesterday it was into the woods with my camera and a quiet talk with God and the trees.
I find that looking through my camera lens takes my mind off the outside world and all my worries. I focus on making discoveries through the lens and I enter some type of timeless, peaceful state. Yesterday it was tree trunks and the multitude of textures that helped heal my trauma of the past week. They were spectacularly beautiful to me and every tree appeared to me as a masterful painting. Here are some of my favorites and I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed discovering them.
As an added bonus to make my day complete, I was able to grab a quick shot of a family of turkeys in a farmer’s field.
Yes, for me nature really does heal me from within and I would like to end with one final image of the youngest victim and his message for the World.
As always I love feedback. How do you heal after a traumatic event?