In the Winter of Our Existence, Our Hearts Yearn for Spring

It’s Passover—the season of spring and renewal. I am in my kitchen where the quietness of repetitive activities, like chopping and washing, encourages contemplation. News is on in the background. I am aware of my ongoing grief spawned by the polarization and hostility of public and private discourse. I consider how I might express my own seasons of both despair and hope. Perhaps one of the quintessential experiences of humanity is holding out for a season when darkness gives way to light, winter melts into spring, and swords are beaten into plowshares.