I was in France when the recent terrorist attacks occurred in Paris, and have just returned. The darkest moments are the most testing of our humanity, it seems, and I was moved to read the message of Antoine Leiris, whose wife Helene was among those killed in the Bataclan concert hall attack on Friday evening. On Facebook he wrote a powerful message to her killers and promised to raise their 17-month-old son “happy and free”. He told them he would not grant them the gift of his hatred, and that responding to “hatred with anger is falling victim to the same ignorance that has made you what you are.”
I spent Saturday evening with friends in Brittany and two young women in their twenties about to return to Paris the next day. They were calm, though a little anxious about their return to the capital. Miraculously, I thought, they still had hope in their hearts. The countryside was filled with mistletoe. As we move towards the solstice the nights get longer until the tides turn and light comes again.