Even before I fell and broke my hand this week, ideas about healing had been top of mind. My way of dealing with anxiety -- both pandemic and political -- involves frequent long walks in state and local parks. Two kindly women stopped when they saw me lying on the path and heard my friend asking if she should call 911. I managed to convince these helpers that I likely did not have a serious head injury. We had some time to kill while I waited to get X-rays, so I switched from thinking about my personal physical healing to all the other types of healing needed in our country -- emotional, relational, economic and racial.