Nations have a life of their own, behaving in ways few individuals would. Maybe remembering the angel of the collective can bring out our best.
Read moreSea of Tears
The truth is I no longer even know what I’m crying about. At this point, I seem just to be yielding to the big blur of suffering.
Read moreThis Night of Truce
On this first night of truce, a prayer for more and more.
Read morePrenant Parti ("Taking Sides" – French translation)
John Molineux’s French translation of “Taking Sides.”
Read moreRely on Compassion
I am walking around afraid. Not always afraid of something specific. My body is fueled by adrenaline and programmed by the epigenetics of generations of ancestors whose fear responses enabled their survival and mine. My soul has fluttered right out of my body. Is there any solid place where it can land?
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