The news broke – a text message sent to my husband’s mobile at 5:30AM.

“They caught the NYC bomber . . .he lived in Connecticut” and with that my husband stepped into the shower.

Really?

Connecticut.

Then I heard he lived in Bridgeport, wow that is close  I thought, only 20 minutes from here. . .

Then I heard he was married, really?

Then I heard he actually owned a house in Shelton 9 miles from my door

He is getting closer

Closer to me

Closer to my family

I see that I hold things like poverty, terrorism, hunger as things over there

Something far away

In other countries

Countries that I have not travelled for work

Countries I wouldn’t want to vacation in

Yet today, “over there” got close to home

As long as I believe I am separate, better, more enlightened than . . .

Then sufficiency is not possible

In the context of sufficiency we are a community

When one of us is hungry; we are all hungry

When one of us is alienated; we are all alienated

When one of us loses our home; we all lose a home

When one of us chooses terror

We all wield terror