Are there ever such things?
Or threads in the universe strumming, at just the right moment, to begin a new song? These were the thoughts floating through my mind, after connecting in a circle of grandmothers last weekend.
Enter stage right
A few hours pass with nine blessed souls: lives connecting for but a moment on the timeline of our lives. Yet profound, they rang as music to my ears, struggling to help loved ones understand the danger of our day, and the need to prepare. I heard about a World War II veteran, one woman’s Father, whose study by commission during and after World War II was to find out, among the Nazis,
“How did it happen? How did so many steer so far awry? And what was the state of mind of the German population by and large, immediately after?”
Coincidence? Perhaps?