I am quicksand today, a bowl of sugar sitting in a tropical rain, an unsuitable environment for thought of my own. But this, offered by my friend Steve, resonated deeply with me. Follow the link; it’s worth a few minutes of your time, much more so than most of my ramblings.
We know the mantle of victimhood is unproductive. But we know equally well that the tentacles of trauma are far-reaching, that the changes they bring to our epigenome are passed on from us to our children and grand-children and great-grandchildren. We all need a little mercy, and maybe if we put our minds to it there’ll be enough to go around someday?