Sometimes the world feels heavy. The news on the television is too much to take with my morning coffee and toasted fig bread. Today was one of those days. There is so much violence in the world, so much hatred and misunderstanding... and fear. It's hard to not allow the fear to overtake us. If we don't fight against it, it will swallow us whole, and there will be nothing left of who or what we once were.
These times feel epic, cinematic, where forces of darkness stand against forces of light, a classic battle of good and evil. But there is no superhero who will swoop down from on high to save the planet from destroying itself. Our only weapons are compassion and love, peace and understanding.
We need to scatter them like seeds across the landscape and in the hearts of those whom we touch in our daily lives. Love is the antidote, compassion and understanding, the treatment for what ails the human race.
Art is a way of healing individuals and the world. It reaches people in a way that words cannot, going deeper. In words, in deeds, in images.... I hope that I am doing my part to make the world a more loving place. And I encourage you to do the same. Peace. Namasté.
Until next time....