Sadness and Solace

The news from London last week was shocking and shook me to the core, again. I won't get mawkish or martial. I can only grieve for those lost and for a world where this has become common place. I only hope that we never accept it, but carry on, so that some sort of normalcy returns to our lives.

Most mornings these days I pass a phone booth with the words Art Heals on the side. This is an ad for Free Arts an admirable organization, which tries to integrate the arts into the lives of abused children.

It is my fervent belief that art can heal or at least provide a medium to start the healing. In a world that once held Beethoven, Mozart, Bach and Verdi, I have to believe in the power of the human spirit and intellect and for the unalterable place of beauty in this world. Obviously this won't solve the world's problems, but when I need solace, it is to music that I first turn.