Playing God
So much sadness in the news the past few months that I haven't been able to write. Yesterday, I read the book, Owl Moon , to the boys and the final sentence made me emotional. Current events have been draining me of my hope. In this beautifully illustrated children's story, the narrator is recounting owling with her dad and what is required to experience that moment of beauty and wonder looking the owl in the face: "The kind of hope that flies on silent wings under a shining Owl Moon." Reading the news throughout the day has almost become a daily blow to hope and vitality: watching thousands of refugees flee, reading of the atrocities committed against those Syrians who attempted to speak out, finding victims of human trafficking dead in the back of a van, watching videos and interviews of those harvesting unborn children, hearing about police officers randomly killed or prisoners killed by officers, reading a detailed article about a beloved star from