As I am buffeted by the firehouse of news of the wounds against humanity and our planet, I still try to find healing stories of truth, beauty, goodness, and justice.
In Roy’s hometown in Vermont, everyone knew about his tragic loss. Here in New York City, his anonymity was almost comforting. He could wear his loss invisibly for a change. This was oddly a relief.
None of these over-the-top displays aim at subtlety but their spectacle attempts to envelop us all in holiday good feelings, and it succeeds with many. Still, the abattoir much of the world has turned into repels and frightens me.
