what dreams might come . . .
For the past year, my occasional posts in these pages have had to do with pandemics, quarantines, vaccines, fears, hopes . . . never named as such, but always there in my awareness as I wrote. Things unimagined, sometimes unspeakable. As I now write, we still remain in the midst of it, one uneasy foot poised to reach forward into a reclaimed future. All of us have been touched by this time, some of our lives changed forever.
Amidst the tragedy, the pain, the uncertainty and fear and anger and grief lies, perhaps, a tentative hope. A hope, a dream that this transformative time will somehow make a difference . . .
I can’t name what that dream might be for you. But my hope, my wish, is that you will allow yourself the gift of dreaming it into being. . .