Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, There is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, The world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other Doesn’t make any sense. –Rumi Picking up the pieces As I get ready to head back to Sarasota from Asheville, North Carolina, on the first anniversary of Hurricane Helene,  I am humbled to see how a gentle river of humanity has risen […]