Long before I was here and long after I depart, I hope that waterways sooth the serenity of other souls. As I age and lose the energy of a life well lived, I hope to always channel the beauty of where sky, water, and land meet. I love the light, the colors, the importance, and the balance of such a world (one that has been off kilter for the entirety of human life, but definitely off its rocker in the last decade or so).
I need more time to sit and think...to rest my brain...to calm my nerves...and to settle a restless soul. This morning, I am simply thinking about how important such moments are.
I am looking to the Great Whatever for more answers, better humans, a stronger guidance to cherish life on a planet....one planet of many where art, ideas, dialogue, and democracy are possible.
I am counting my blessings, but also very aware of the ugliness in others. And I'm trying to make sense of it on a Saturday morning, where I'm feeling powerless against the stupidity of it all. A scene like this, though, gives me hope.
Hope, that pesky lil' evil left in Pandora's box, is all we have left.
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