Prayerful Pauses, Poetry and MealTrains are keeping me afloat
We must all find things to hold us up and together to resist the violence around us.
Violence wounds us. For those who do it. For those it is done to. For those who witness it. Every day, I see so much wounding.
And it is this trauma that warps us. Like cheap wood left out in the rain.
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