That would not be life
That would be boring (even I am aware of that)
That would be robotic . . . like these margins to the left
Life is variable
variety itself of very fluid experiences
as we have been noticing, our spirits don’t actually seem to break in tumultuous spacetimes. They seem to want to pull together . . . to reach again for the goodness in each of us . . .
and not to only point out our flaws with our sharp, edgy thinking . . .
we can feel it . . . sense it . . . we’re collectively leaning in to help change the direction we no longer want to bring into reality . . .
. . . some of us can’t even bear to think about it . . . So, might I suggest, that
we don’t? At least, not at first. You see, thinking is a non-starter into the other realms of our human experiences, our fuller humanity.
It’s an addiction that we do not realize we have. Whew!!!!
don’t think about it . . . .simply let that possibility sink in somewhere other . . .
allow yourself to feel the wonder
of the hope