And here we are, comfortable, with our little, daily stresses and cares, our worries, or work-related sorrows, or the baggage we carry from our lives.
And there they are, in Gaza, which is burning, with Israeli artillery strikes or misfired Hamas rockets.
Or in Baghdad, where Sunnis are being harassed by Shias.
Or, in Ukraine, where there are hundreds of civilian deaths, while governments fight for control in one direction or another.
This isn’t a world in which I wish to live.
And yet, life IS beautiful. And Life is Beautiful, too.
We MUST try and speak for beauty, for life, for love, for peace.
We MUST end the little stesses in our own lives by being non-reactive, thoughtful, calm and measured. (Of course, that’s easier said than done — but I’d like to try.)
Plant a garden of flowers, however small your yard is. If there’s no yard, make a window garden.
Plant some tomatoes and basil in a box outside your window sill.
Plant a tree in a park.
Read a book, or write one. Or, do both.
Teach a child to read a book or listen to music.
Write to your congressmen and congresswomen, and to your leaders.
Play music with your family, your friends, by yourself.
Play.
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