The violence of this week has been unsettling and demoralizing. Just when I feel our nation may be able to make progress, we seem to take violent steps backward. I’m at a loss.
My world view has always been to live in hope. I know of no other way forward. But a week like this one can make it hard to find that hope.
For me, nature’s unrestrained beauty is restorative. So I visit familiar trails and search for hope, fragile and weary though it is.
If I look long enough, it is there. And so I live in hope.