Dachau, Germany (2012/2013). A few days into our travels, we decided to tour Dachau Concentration Camp. Our days had been filled with such magic, we hesitated leaving the comfort of our vacation bubble by exposing ourselves to something so real. At the same time, we knew it was something we wanted to do.
The experience was profound and made our hearts ache, as expected, but I’m glad we went. That day, I promised to do my best never to take life’s blessings for granted. The trials I face seem so small in comparison. My own ability to have patience, my own sense of endurance, and my own commitment to keeping faith have been fueled by this experience. Their story has helped me to understand that when challenged, we can be more than we think we can be. Humanity is cruel, beautiful, and humbling.
Many groups of schoolchildren toured the grounds, and I wonder how the experience continues to impact their young lives. I was compelled to take just a few photographs that morning, mostly of the earth and the sky. The same earth, the same sky, relieved from suffering. I wonder if those who suffered were able to see any beauty at all, and if the beauty eased their pain, or made them long that much more for peace.