I don’t have mortar shelling in my life, violence at my door or bloodshed on my streets like so many are experiencing at the moment. I have wild noises in the woods. And trees full of lichen. Inconvenient mishaps that trip me up at the smallest sound of trouble. I’ve had a lot of that lately. And worries. Stress. Life is full of challenges big and small. How does one stay peaceful in the midst of chaos? I’ve asked that out loud quite a lot lately. You see one thing through and something else shows up to throw you off your game. And just when you convince yourself it’s OK to have a temporary pity party, you realize your blessings and the things you think catastrophic are nothing in comparison to children in the sand with no food.
Sometimes I am shadow and sometimes I am light.
That is what it means to be human.