This morning I am listening to a Hildegard of Bingen recording that was once my parenting soundtrack. The fussy infant I cradled against me often fought sleep, and later fought just about everything; I wished for vision and clarity to help him. And I am thinking of him now, a young man a thousand miles from me who continues to struggle to find his way against all odds. Seeing through the fog is difficult–at times impossible–but there are mountains of hope beyond it.