I was going to write about cookies today, but the news last night from Paris makes cookies seem beyond trivial, and writing about them makes me feel blind and deaf to the world around me. I sit in my quiet Philadelphia kitchen and feel worlds away from the horror taking place all over the planet, not just in Paris. As remote as it all seems, it feels too close as well. My friend Lisa’s son and family are in France— all are fine, but knowing they are there makes it more real. That’s what we need to make things real, a personal connection, even if it’s just a love of a place.
The world we live in goes faster than anything I could have imagined as a teenager who had to go to the library, or use the Encyclopedia Britannica to find (outdated) answers. Not only is it faster, but if we let it, it becomes terrifying, which is exactly the point of terrorism. No matter how anyone depicts it, the situation is extremely complicated, and there are no good solutions, only degrees of bad ones.
What happened last night in Paris is horrific, and tragic. What is happening in Iraq and Syria is as well. I have no answers, just more questions.
I cannot talk about cookies today.
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Kate Mahar - I’m sorry there are no cookies today and wish that every day could be cookie day, everywhere. I thought I’d sit down and write on my blog today, too, but I’m not feeling very funny today, either. Prayers for world peace seem needed most.
Ellen - Everything seems trivial in the aftermath of the tragedy that hit Paris yesterday, and that happens in other parts of the world every day. And yet, cookies still will be eaten, babies will be born, music will be played. That is what gives me hope in humanity, ultimately.
Aussa Lorens - I know. I found out about it twenty minutes before going in to the see the new Bond movie. I was like “how can I watch a movie right now?”