A common saying is, “Hold onto hope,” but I can’t. The concept seems nebulous; it lacks foundation; I have nothing upon which to rest. Such hope sputters. It flickers in and out of being and disappears when looked at directly. It is no hope at all.
The past few weeks have been hard ones for this nation and the world. People have been killed by bullets and bombs. Hatred and violence have erupted again and again.
“A blog is often a collection of middle narratives, reflections that happen in between beginnings and endings.”
— Emily P. Freeman, “Before Helpless Turns to Hopeless”