Editorial September 2021
Dear Readers,
I have sort of a peculiar anecdote to share this month. It was one of the last weeks before school started, and I was sitting in the yard on a rock, completing a summer assignment. It was a very hot day, one of those sweltering summer days when the sun seems to beat down on our heads, when the breeze hangs still and useless and the grass felt dry and crispy beneath my bare feet. I finished my assignment and went back in to put my books away. I decided however that I hadn’t yet had enough sun and came back outside to observe the toasty summer stillness around me. And that was when I caught sight of an uncomfortable looking fellow on the paved road directly in front of me. It was… a worm. The poor worm was writhing helplessly in the middle of the road. How it got there, I have no idea. It was in a very tricky spot. It could quite easily have gotten run over by any of the passing cars. If the cars missed, it would make a lovely snack for a hungry bird. And if the birds didn’t seize it, it would almost certainly be burnt to crisp because the dark paved road was practically a 
furnace. And so, I fetched a bendy, thin reed, hustled the worm onto one end, and began to carry it to a shady patch of garden. I was surprised to see that the worm was struggling. It took some juggling on my part to keep from dropping it! What is this silly worm doing, I asked myself, doesn’t it know that I’m trying to help?! How often do we feel that we know best, even when we don’t?
Since we are so small in the grand scheme of things, sometimes we need to trust. Seeing things from the perspective of those who care or believing in something greater than ourselves can sometimes make all the difference.
Much love, dear readers!
Editor Jaanu
