For me, it has been flowers that have caught my eye and given me pause from the world’s painful stories this summer.
Minneapolis in the wake of George Floyd’s killing.
“a reminder of how fragile and precious life is and how intimately connected we all are as human beings” —composer Frank Ticheli
A summer hailstorm kicked up yesterday afternoon, coming on with unexpected ferocity. As I watched the storm, the tragedy at Emanuel AME Church earlier this month came to mind.
“Weather kept them humble.” — Annie Proulx. I suppose that never knowing what to expect can make even the mighty feel humble.
The hope for peace is timeless and universal. Letters from my great, great, great, great grandfather written home in 1863 from the Civil War and a story that still holds true.