I feel slightly scraped out, a bit hollow from the awful unfolding news in Boston. Yet I feel ever so fierce as well. A fierceness that resides in the sadness, and fuels my deep passion to uphold creation, creativity and love. In this moment, my fierce self longs to lift high all the different lives we lead, splashed out across this space, across this tiny globe suspended in its love for the bright sun; fiercely lift up all the ways we are caught together by our likeness and all the ways we are pulled apart by our difference. I feel a fierce desire to cherish the common love we share, cup it in my hands as we puzzle piece together our fragmented whole.