How Can We Not?

"I want to scream so loud the whole world is shaken awake."

I want to scream myself awake.

Watching Women's March Nonviolent Action Training

jostled my shoulder enough to disturb my slumber.

"a scream that screams through every fake and plastic thing."

It's daunting to realize how much of this exists...

Is AI fake?  That's a question for the ages.

(An aside note: I just posed the question to AI. If you are curious to hear the response, let me know.

I won't go any further into it except to share this tidbit: "The more useful question might be:

When humans use AI, are they being real?")

"I want to scream until only kindness makes sense."

From everything I've read, Alex Pretti was the epitome of kindness.

An ICU nurse caring for our veterans?  How much more kind can one get?

Is it possible his death is the scream that wakes everybody up?

How can we make art when the world has gone mad?

I've asked myself this question over and over and over

as things have unraveled over the past year.

It's been a mighty wrestling match on the inner field of my being.

"How can we not?"

Here's what comes up for me at this question?

Make whatever I'm doing art.

Isn't anything we do with reverence art?

Revere the art of brushing my teeth;

the art of drinking coffee or tea;

the art of tending to your friends and loved ones;

the art of learning more about our world;

the art of planting seeds and growing sustenance and beauty;

the art of walking, running, paddling, cooking, cleaning, laundry, caring.

The list goes on and on.

We can do this!  I'm grateful you are here.

Namaste