More and more I feel that we are off track.
I can hear the subtle shift that is taking us further away from the source.
I listen to the music…only someone is playing the wrong chords. I want to turn it off, but I don’t know how.
Where is the connection? Why have we turned a blind eye to so much suffering?
Have we forgotten that when the earth is in pain, we collectively grieve?
If we are no longer ‘grounded’, we are denying the divine pull to reconnect with what is important.
We have a president who thinks we’ve done enough for the rest of the world.
Time to get selfish, he says!
No, when we lose our bond to each other, what is the point to our existence?
Can we truly just sit back and watch Syrian children gassed and kids starve in the Sudan?
Is it really our turn to be selfish?
We dilute ourselves with political upheaval and social media feeds in search of the new god of narcissism.
Does this feel right?
Trump unveils environmental laws as if he’s rolling out a revised world map…one which promises sunken fracking holes, pesticides, drone strikes and melting ice caps.
The earth has somehow held up, in spite of being a slave to a mad master.
We treat her as an abused lover, “our better half”, while she silently seethes.
I want to hold on and stay centered. Ride out these crazy times, and keep priorities in order.
I want to be grateful and respect my revolving home.
I walk into the garden and ask forgiveness.
Today, honor the earth. Make beautiful connections. Be human.