Staying rooted in the midst of wartime

And during seasons of political nonsense and upheaval

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I’ve never known war. Not intimately, not really.

I’ve read about war, I’ve watched countless movies depicting war, and I’ve lived with the awareness that the violence of war is almost always ravaging some place around the globe.

It's difficult to conceive of the amount of loss, destruction, and agony at our global neighbors’ doorsteps. Yes, we see videos and yes we read news stories, but our escape—or perhaps my escape—is always just one or two swipes away.

Back to my reality: safe, quiet, privileged, secure.

What does it mean to remain rooted during wartime?

I’ve been holding this question over the past few weeks, sparked initially during the height of the college protests back in late April. Watching young people be dragged across the grass and concrete of the quad at my alma mater