Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Thoughts








As a gardener...I cling to the idea...
that for new life to begin, dying of the old is a necessary part of the process.

As a musician, I cling to the comfort that sorrow can bring forth some of the strongest songs.

As a writer, I realize that stories can engender strength for the future.

As an historian, I am committed to understanding.

As a woman, I am simply...weeping.

As an American...I am ashamed.

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