I got a message from a dead friend yesterday, handwritten on a piece of paper stuck into one of the files I’m cleaning out. Nothing occult about the communication, though it feels, almost twenty years after her death, like it’s not accidental I found it now, on the eve of Holocaust Remembrance Day. Gerda was a refugee from Nazi Germany and so understood a great deal about the choice that we all get to make, every day, about how to hold the light and the dark of the world we live in.
by Gerda Lawrence
We can either lose ourselves in despair and grief over the fact that so far none of the high ideals for equality, freedom and well-being, which people have formulated over the centuries, have come to fruition,
We can rejoice and live in awareness of the fact that we human beings again and again have developed, and at times even tried to put into operation, those high ideals.