Is it just me, or did it feel like the past few weeks were just a long sequence of utter devastation? Starting with the bloodbath in Orlando – from there, it seemed to just snowball. Wherever you looked, there was trauma, tragedy and pain – here on the home turf, as well as around the globe.
Someone (I think it might have been another blogger) wrote that she’d spent a lot of time out with her ferns, of late. When I read that, I knew exactly what she meant. Being enveloped in the soothing, cooling green of a garden, restores ones tattered senses and repairs a shredded soul. I am so privileged to have even a small garden, in which to hide from the violence of the world. I’ve spent a lot of time out there lately, chomping away at one project after the other. One night, I was playing with lighting, and managed to get this photo.
Somehow it sums up exactly what I want to do, moving forward. I want to point my light onto what is beautiful in the world. Too many lights are highlighting the greedy, the ignorant and incompetent, the disturbed, the bizarre. (Yes, I’m talking to you too, RNC.) Instead, I would like the light to flood the already bright, the enchanted, the generous, the compassionate, and the kind. I’m not proposing that the ills of the world will go away if we ignore them – au contraire! I’m thinking if instead we allow the good to outshine the bad, maybe – just maybe, at some point – it will push back the wave of darkness currently sweeping the world, and we can breath a little easier. Let there be light!