A friend came to dinner, sharing our shock and pain at more horrific news about what a government was doing to its own people, what so many governments were doing so many things to their own people, that people were committing so many atrocities against so many people...
...all over the world.
And a bright future that once beckoned change, a change that welcomed all of us to the table, seemed to fade more and more from sight each day.
How, how to continue on. How.
Yet, for 16 years, no matter what city she is in, Jossie opens her home to honour Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday...
...and welcomes us all to remember no matter what, no matter, to allow ourselves to be lifted "from the fatigue of despair to the buoyancy of hope and transform dark and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of inner peace."*
*Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Eulogy for the Martyred Children
September 18, 1963. Birmingham, Ala.
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