I didn’t know, how I would hold hope amidst the sounds of war? Hope used to be one of the brightest in my garden of moments. I would advocate for its sweetness. In the most challenging of times, guide the ill and grieving. To their own treasures of hope. And then Oct 7th happened. My soul was captured by grief, fear, pain and unbearable sadness. Hope seemed to have fled down the rivers of my tears. I didn’t know, how... Read more