Perhaps it’s what’s needed, small inroads into the ediface of hate. Crack after crack until it can’t stand any longer. You notice I capitalize Peace but leave hate to stew in its smallness.

Little acts of love, sweet smiles… they give us the courage for the grand gesture and for the time when we will have to reach out to help one another across the very tricky ground. At that point we will be able to say Yes! to Peace, in a louder and louder chorus until the Great Thaw begins… Let’s end the ice age of hate. You and me and a whole bunch of our friends and neighbors and strangers we are longing to meet. Connections. Laughter. Peace. Each act a prayer.