A good friend told me yesterday she had immediately deleted my last post. I understand and am in no way offended.
I find myself all too often—with blood-pressure spiking—giving into the flight/fight response and simply reacting to the news of the day.
Also important, however, is remembering that the real news of the day never makes the headlines: the sun rose this morning, many people nearly everywhere greeted each other with civility, mothers walked hand-in-hand with children, the wind blew through the sweet-smelling flowers of the Linden trees…and on and on with the real stuff of life on this wonderful planet.
I must dig in and help clean up some of the mess we humans have made of life, and I also know that I am daily sustained by the unbelievable miracle this world is—so evident everywhere I turn.
When I slow down and am nurtured in the presence of life, I remember what is important.