The robins have returned unaware of the snow dump and deep freeze that would welcome them back to Wisconsin. I watched one perched high on a tree. It seemed he was trying to catch a bit of sun that was beginning to break the darkness. Feathers puffed, I wondered if we shared the same bewilderment of a world gone mad. I took birdseed and water to their haunts, hoping to help them ward off the bitterness, and realizing I was helping myself as well.
What can be done when leaders and echo chambers continually batter us with ignorance and beat the drums of war? What can be done? One drop of kindness in whatever way means a lot.
The doubt maker is busy spinning dark thoughts and doom. But the sun has already begun to warm the air and the birds are flocking to grab whatever nourishment they can, as they sing… Yes, they still sing in spite of it all.
Vermonters are picking up where Minnesotans left off as the resistance to the inhumanity of ICE is growing. A video of a person solo dancing in front of a line of ICE showed the dancer testing ICE’s inability to join in or at least to laugh. They couldn’t do either. Whatever you do, do not surrender your ability to be joyful.
Grateful for the good news that the majority of people are opposing the grotesque display of military might and loss of life extending from Palestine and now into Lebanon and Iran.
Every awakening is cause to celebrate. It is in those drops of clarity that the river of kindness will again flow into peace.
The sun will warm us once again and while we still breathe, we have choice.
let kindness win 