I started writing this while on an evening walk in my Lynnwood neighborhood. Currently, I live where I grew up. Stepping out my backdoor, I can see my parent’s house. My son goes to the same school I went to. This depth of familiarity gave me pause. I consider community, faith and a few other things close to me. I wrote this before Friday’s Parisian horror, though. Oddly, though, it’s still timely, especially considering how laden the world became with invective and rage. It’s challenging to maintain hope for humanity at these moments.
It’s best to focus on the peacemakers, diving deeper into love. Slowly, slowly we transform ourselves and, thus, the world around us. Therein lies my hope.
