Life has a way of slipping in the room, insisting on being noticed and the demanding all one’s attention. Because of that, I had forgotten much of what is going on in the world outside of my dramas. Signs of Life in Tokyo had a post, included among the Freshly Pressed, which reminded me that the world is so much larger than me. A simple trip to northern Japan to help with clean up provided perspective on the significance of any help at all and the magnitude of the clean up itself.
Life simply will not release me to make such a trip. I will do what I can here, adding a drop in that bucket of hopes and prayers.
sharded soil–our hearts