A Rose on Lincoln’s Grave
May 11, 2021 8:49
“But at whatever latitude and longitude you find yourself across this great country, these blessed cycles surround you and refresh your soul with their eternal order and infinite variety, their nearness and farness, their movement and their stillness.”
Twenty-Twenty seems to have spread like a virus into 2021. A third of the way through the year and still across the country citizens bludgeoned into isolation, locked in their homes by the latest mandate, huddled around computer screens and cell phones hour by hour awaiting announcement of the next tribulation. It was too much to take in; disorienting to the soul. We fled in desperation to the free state of Florida.