As I turn away from the news of collapsing politics and ecology, I also see this: the sky to the west is filling with clouds, the wind is tossing around the heads of the big, leafy trees, and the last tomatoes have ripened on the vine. The moon, rising over the field last night, lit the tips of the grasses silver. Ten hours later, the horizon shines golden white. As Charles Bukowski says in one of my favorite poems, “The Laughing Heart” (watch this great little film here!):
be on the watch. there are ways out. there is light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness
Add to that one of our favorite Leonard Cohen (and all-time-ever) choruses from his song, “Anthem,”
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.
So during this season of some very real despair and enduring danger all around us, I’m looking at this moment, another time of great beauty and promise, toward what light I can find, letting it penetrate the cracks I carry in my hope and heart.
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