A blue, clear sky and no wind. Dew on the grass in the slate gray, early morning shadows. Still. Silent. Wide.
By now people are at home in the silence. It softens the crusted layers that time has hardened in their soul's depths. Bits break free and drift into consciousness. Tears come. And laughter. And immense courage, to bring to the light what is so feared, so reviled.
those who try to make their life secure, will lose it, but those who lose their life will keep it.
I was privileged to witness death and resurrection today.