The falling of the tower is less of a threat and more of an invitation, if you are willing to see it: things may be lost to fire, but in the ash embers remain to be tended and rekindled into a new life that is more true. It is a time for sifting, sorting earth from seed, to see what is truly viable. what must be carried forth and what must be left behind.

But what if we lived in a world in which we acknowledged that our lives are interwoven in complex patterns of belonging? That words and actions of integrity construct spaces of trust, comfort and acceptance for those we love to inhabit. And that when we choose to do something other than share the fullest truth possible, we create holes in the story of trust we have woven; holes through which our own relationships can fall.