Living on Sacred Ground

The other day, I was in a conversation about the seasons of life, as well as about this particular season that we all find ourselves in.

Right now, we are in the homestretch of a presidential race that has tempers flaring not just on cable news, but around kitchen tables everywhere. The rest of the world also feels hot, and America is constantly weighing its role in it all. Parents feel stress, hospital workers complain of overload, caregivers can barely catch their breath, and more young people seem to be getting cancer than ever before. And that doesn’t even cover those who lost their lives this past week and all they own in Hurricane Helene’s angry path. The destruction and heartache Mother Nature unveiled is jaw-dropping.

We, my friends, are not easing our way into fall. So many of us are like leaves falling, hoping for some kind of soft landing, hoping someone will catch us and allow us just a few moments to rest in a pile in a quiet, open field.