My heart is heavy with the news of the mosque massacre in New Zealand earlier today. How do you even wrap your head around something like this? A man walks into a mosque for Friday prayers, holding his son’s hand. He stumbles out later carrying his son’s now lifeless body.
I’m longing for spring more this year than I can remember. The snow here in southern Colorado is fighting a valiant but losing battle with warming days: the sun rises earlier, sets later, and it looks like the propane is going to last until the furnace gets turned off. Bring on the equinox!