December 4, 2015.   I am spinning with the heart-breaking understory of a young mother compelled to sacrifice herself for a cause she deemed greater than her own baby – left with grandmother on her way to kill and be killed.  Compassion for the child comes easily.  As for the mother? Much tougher.   Yet nevertheless a little peace crept in while observing the Chiapas sage in first rays of sunshine.  I don’t know the hows to stem violence, defensiveness, distrust.  But I feel certain hate and relaliation are counterproductive.  I won’t go there.