sorry..."this morning."

I called my Mom twice today. She asked me who does things like this? All I could say was "fucking psychos, Mom."

I fear that, having lost so much humanity without us today, we are in danger of losing sight of the humanity within us. How can people react to this with more violence? How?

As I prepared to go to my coven's home base tonight, where we did an intense ritual for strength and light (as many other covens the world over did workings today and tonight, many of us scheduling this during George Bush's scheduled address), I found myself unable to decide if I should leave my cats extra food or not. Would I want to come home and be alone, or wish to stay with friends? Would something happen in the few short hours I was away so that I could not return home and feed my kitties? Should I leave the lid openon the toilet so they could get water in case I was shot down or blown up in the streets?

I have many friends who live and work in NYC; and in DC. I fear some of them may have been there. I hope not.

Everything has changed. Everything. Dreams and hopes. Fears and phobias. The future. Today.