It is ironic and amazing to me how Gd can take a set of circumstances that seem almost hopeless and turn them into something wonderful. So it was long ago when I made a decision that, unfortunately, resulted in my children and I being sold into a kind of bondage. I had not been treated honestly, but by the time I understood what had happened, great harm had been done. I agonized over how to right the situation, and how to protect my children from any further negative effects related to this situation. I did my best. It wasn’t great.
But then, not long ago, something unusual happened. A 200M arts organization was brought to a grinding halt, it seemed to me, so that the damage done to me and my family could be corrected. And now that has happened. All this angst seems to be turning into a wonderful miracle of healing and light. And all of this battle, it seems to me, has been waged over the sound of a flute, a sound of light over darkness, of goodness over evil.
Minnesota is not even my chosen home — that would be the exquisite San Francisco Bay Area. But Minnesota is where the battleground is, and this is where I have stayed, gritting my teeth for six months of the year, facing a winter that always seems impossibly hostile.
But now my children are grown and love Minnesota, and I have a horse. The quality of my day is grounded more in whether or not he is comfortable and blanketed properly for it than for my own concern.
And so life has come full circle from that ominous day long ago. And there is so much goodness all around. Just another living testament to the fact that all works together for good…:-)
Le Chant du Rossignol...(song of the nightingale) 