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I've been out of touch with world news the last couple days, but when I saw an instagram post this morning about a friend departing France earlier than planned, feeling heartbroken, I started paying closer attention. One week ago, I posted the following on Facebook:

I have struggled to find the words to express how I feel about this week's horrific chain of events. I cannot. Watching the news, not only the reports from last night, but of the two deaths that led to yesterday's protests, I am sickened. The feeling of impending doom is ever present given I see no end to senseless loss of lives from those whose hearts are full of hate. I read something this morning that stated we are broken. How can we heal when every day the terror and bloodshed continues?

With exception of circumstantial specifics, my feelings today are the same. I am sickened. I am at a loss for words. I find myself worried that Frank and I are in a heavily-populated city, and planning air travel in the next few days.

When we were at Red Rocks Tuesday night, I looked up at the surrounding rock formations and saw what looked like flashlights in an unexpected area. I still don't know what happened and why there were people in an area so hard to reach, and above the audience. The mom in me wanted to get Frank out of the amphitheater; practical me said it was nothing to be concerned about. There is a fine line between overreaction and naiveté. 

Once again I ask, how can we heal when every day the terror and bloodshed continues? The threat of terror is becoming an every day fact of life. Heartbreaking. My thoughts and prayers are with the people of France and with all those who lost loved ones. NBC Nightly News just reported 84 dead, including 10 children. Another 202 are injured, 52 of whom are in critical condition. 

How can we heal? How?