It is both frightening and painful for many Americans to witness the daily unraveling of the principles we hold sacred without relinquishing all hope. Today I am returning to the magic of Pat Conroy in his novel Beach Music. Let the vibration of hundreds of loggerhead turtles on their first march to the sea get deep into your soul’s bones as you take in Conroy’s description:
We must not forget our spiritual homing instinct, our restless urge to go beyond ourselves to the Other, however we define that for ourselves. Know your spiritual landscape. Fix your eyes on the vast ocean of the Other’s love, and let’s head out together. In this lies hope.
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