“The squirrels are fighting in and about the oak tree whose roots extend to unseen places below me and whose branches extend toward the infinity of sky above me. Yes, the squirrels are raising a ruckus. But the Old Oak is unmoved but still growing, and I love Her Shade and the hope of Her Acorns.” My friend Brad Bull posted this on his Facebook page recently. My response was to ask if this was a metaphor for some particular event. He did not respond directly, so I will put my spin on it (with his permission to reproduce his comment). A lot of things have happened in our country over the past two months. Some have grieved, some have rejoiced, some have forgiven, some have become angry. Society and culture work that way. We find our own ways to cope or make sense out of change, when things seem out of control. None of us in complete control; if you think you are, I can recommen...
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