when people are fractious,
in my favourite Dog Lover mug;
my head will eventually recover
adjust to being upright;
when so many have no water at all),
there is an hour-long window
or get something done
before I have to lie down.
the big blessing possible:
so beautiful to me, so necessary to my soul;
that however slowed down
with how the world is conducting itself,
I am still alive to witness blue skies,
and those endless, eternal waves,
rolling in and out. That, no matter
all over the planet,
there is still goodness, everywhere,
beauty, everywhere.
Sigh. Sometimes I get disheartened. But I remember that Mother Earth, while desperately distressed, is still trying so hard to live and she needs our help.
Wildfires are burning in Canada. One community of 5000 has been evacuated. It is only May. I don't hear the government talking about lowering emissions, which should be the first priority. The news is distracted by someone south of the border who is totally unfit for office, yet is taking up all the air waves. When will we emerge from this coma and move into doing the work that so urgently needs to be done?