Today was supposed to be about GMOs. It was supposed to be me screaming from the hilltops a message of food redemption. But today is not a day for screaming. It is a day for being quiet. And being still. And hoping, beyond hope, that we will all be healed.
I wrote this post in January, after reflecting on Newtown, and the Apocalypse that didn't happen. It's sad that it's relevant again, so soon.