Tightrope and Travels

Over the internet today, we heard news a local Vermont high school was evacuated because of a bomb threat. Immediately, my coworker and I thought of our children, although none of us had kids in that school. That experience – fearing for your children’s safety while they’re in school – I’m quite certain my parents never had.

This past year, due to a confluence of events, I’ve had to consider physical welfare and safety in ways I never considered. I’ve come to think of fear as the abyss around a tightrope, a void filled with invisible air currents, unexpected temperature changes, the swells of uncertainty.

If there is one thing that is certain, though, it’s that my own children and their generation will need to have their eyes open in all kinds of ways that never encroached on my New Hampshire childhood: rising waters, erupting violence; I will not continue the list.

Then today, randomly, at the bottom of a work-realted email, I read these lines from Desmond Tutu. There, I thought, is the tightrope to ferry my children across the abyss.

We are each made for goodness, love and compassion. Our lives are transformed as much as the world is when we live with these truths.

— Desmond Tutu

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Where I Told the Children I Went Today….

About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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2 Responses to Tightrope and Travels

  1. I worry for my grandchildren the same. We live in cities where even preschoolers practice intruder alerts with alarms screaming in their ears… nothing I ever had to endure.

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