I don’t know when the winds will calm. I don’t know if the anchor we once trusted will be restored. But I know this: I can be part of the anchoring. I can pay steady attention. I can root myself in what endures. I can bend and not break.
And maybe if enough of us do that—if enough of us become small anchors against the drift—the country will steady itself again.
I don’t know when the winds will calm. I don’t know if the anchor we once trusted will be restored. But I know this: I can be part of the anchoring. I can pay steady attention. I can root myself in what endures. I can bend and not break.
And maybe if enough of us do that—if enough of us become small anchors against the drift—the country will steady itself again.