“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I don’t know if I’m alone in seeing beauty in these dying hostas beside such vivid ivy. All I know is the older I get, the more beauty I see at times and in places I don’t expect it.
Yesterday morning, I heard the sound of children’s voice, and when I looked out the window, a preschool teacher was taking a picture of her students with our ridiculously large rhododendron as the background.
Those sweet faces and smiles were exactly what I needed to see after the awful news out of Texas the day before.
Leaving aside, for a moment, the discussion of guns and gun violence in this country, we need to do everything we can to protect our children in every way, not only from killings but also poverty, neglect, and abuse. If we aren’t willing to care for and protect children, whether they are ours or someone else’s, what kind of a society are we?