Looking for Peace in a Crazed World
Six years ago, when negotiating with the Lady in Black on whether to live or die, it would have been easy to slip the last tendrils of life and drift into the unknown.
“Death would be easy,” I said to her. “Living is the difficult part.”
I often think back to that month on the wafer-thin edge, and I believe now what I believed then.
Life is so damn difficult some days.
The killing of children in Texas this week has hit all of us—so senseless and impossible to fathom.
There has always been evil in the world, but these days it seems to be in our faces. It knows no shame. At times it even boasts.
I do my best to hold on…to surrender to nature, let go of my anger, lose myself in the trees and with the company of animals, both fierce and friendly.
The last two days, I’ve spent more time in the forest than usual, sitting with Samwise and Emily by rivers and brooks. As they take in the swaying green leaves, the quick darting…
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