Carl Jung made the statement that in modern times the most serious threat to human beings is the human being.

My inner foot soldier, the part of me that rolls out of bed and marches to the office each morning, resents our job. She defends her right to resist and complain, but I tire of it.

Write? Today? Impossible! I’m stuck. Under water. Inspiration eludes me. Am I to make something out of nothing? While I lament my creative poverty, a wiser voice comes to the rescue.

As a child, Memorial Day brings visits to the cemetery, its grassy green fields blanketed in silence, winding paths, and strange stone markers.

At last, so many years after the event, I find a coherent shape—a redemptive shape—for this difficult memory, and it satisfies me.

Many people recognize we live in times that shake our highest values and deepest sources of meaning to the core.