One year ago, my palms were filled with hope, regrets, denial, anger, sadness. I wrapped these unshakable human things in the stiff green fronds they gave us. We bent them into elaborate bows and braids and crucifixes before they were taken away to be burned, to be broken down into something simpler, something basic, something from source.
Today I wear them on my forehead to remember what I walked out of, to remember where I am going.
PS Even prayer cards have Four Square badges these days!