A Countercultural Remedy...
As I lay awake last night, after watching the footage over and over again of the events that took place at the Capitol, I struggled to find words to articulate what I was feeling. When I started a blog years ago, I was deep in the pain of an infertility journey and writing became therapeutic in a way. I loved finding ways to be transparent and honest, yet hopeful, in some of what felt like the darkest days of my life. Enter the past 24 hours. Darkness has felt as though it has pervaded every space. Darkness in the form of Hatred. Violence. Racism. Division. Disrespect. Chaos. Insurrection. And then there are the images that I can't seem to get out of my head. Images that represent so much more than an attack on the Capitol. Words seem inadequate. This morning I dropped my son off at school, a little earlier than normal, and watched him walk to front door and wait outside in line. As I drove away, tears began t...