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Resilience: Our Ancestors Lived Through It And We Will, Too
Hard times, tragedy, violence, war, brutality, humanity, and resilience
I hear voices. I’m willing to bet that you do, too.
The morning before Bruce’s spine surgery, I woke to a gentle male voice speaking softly yet firmly. He said, “All will be well.”
That was eight weeks ago. Although Bruce feared he wouldn’t survive his four-and-a-half hour spine surgery, he is recovering his ability to walk and play the guitar day by day.
The voice spoke the truth.
Back in 2003, looking out across the San Fernando Valley, I was cleaning the massive living room in our vast house in Woodland Hills and a quiet, firm voice said, “Nothing good or lasting ever came at the end of a gun.”
There was no particular news of gun violence or war that day. The seed of that voice, that day, became my book Like Fire.
Now that book is sitting on the kitchen table. I’d been editing it before Bruce’s surgery. Now his recovery is more important.
He’ll be well soon enough.
Friday night, we were going to have dinner with Meredith and Devin, but their wicked, mischievous little cat was ill and they spent all their money at the vet…
