Earlier this week, I
walked around our gardens just before sunset. I noticed the exquisite intricacy
of petals and leaves, the way the evening light made the colors pop.
I had come out into
the backyard feeling horrified by the news from Charlottesville and sickened by
the response from the White House. I had already been on edge from the escalation
of tension with North Korea the week before.
Walking around the gardens, my shoulders relaxed, my footsteps slowed.
For a moment, the larger world receded, and I felt comforted and strengthened.
We are going to need comfort and strength in the
days ahead, so that we can keep speaking up, keep keeping on. I offer you these
flowers. May they bring you peace, too.
