How do you say anything in the wake of what happened in Paris? No wonder the response I’ve seen most often has been simply, “No words.”
On a Friday night in a magical city, people were out and about, living their precious lives. Friends, strangers, first dates, work buddies, just people going to a game, a concert, enjoying the start of the weekend. Like you did. Like I did.

In a moment, it changed.

As I sat watching the news, curled under a crocheted blanket, hanging out with my sister, surrounded by cats, I was struck once again by the simple goodness of the ordinary.

Cozy slippers.

Putting the kettle on.

Coloured pencils.

Colouring books.

Watching TV.

Listening to music.

Eating dinner.

Having a chat.

It is so easy to forget what a blessing ordinary moments are.

This moment here, with your tea and tablet

A long shower after a longer day

Peeling potatoes

Riding the subway

Folding laundry

Raking leaves

Making the bed

Answering email

Walking home

Going to a party

Tidying up

Eating toast and jam

Falling asleep

Waking up

Smiling

Life gives each of us dark moments and when it does, we meet those moments as best we can. Perhaps it is the goodness of our ordinary moments that will give us the solace we yearn for and the courage we need.

In this moment, especially in this moment, I wish for you the goodness of ordinary.