August.
Chapter 8 of 2020.
It is usually the hottest most miserable month of the year. Yet so far, it has seemed more like the end of September. Beautiful cool mornings and evenings. Bearable days with a breeze.
Mother nature’s sympathy maybe?
A way of apologizing for the first 7 months.
Not that what has been happening has been her fault, but all mothers try to comfort their children.
We all could use some arms around us, letting us know it will all be OK soon. A cosmic blanket of hope and love. A moment where time stands still, all is perfect and it is OK to close our eyes and let our guard down.
No more war scenes on the nightly news, scenes in our own yard, our people pushing against each other instead of pulling together.
Forgetting that United We Stand, Divided We Fall.
No more friendships broken because of differences in beliefs.
No more divided families.
No more businesses burnt to the ground.
No more illness.
No more violence.
No more chaos.
No more US and WE against YOU and THEM.
No more tears for the losses we all have endured.
Instead,
More unity
More love
More understanding
More compassion
More health and prosperity
More growth as a nation and people
More compromise.
More order
More listening with less talking.
A perfect world.
Does it exist?
We can’t board a ship and fly to the unknown and find it.
We have to create it here.
With what we have.
Together.
And that is where we blunder.
Together can be easy if we sit at the table and talk.
Open our minds and hearts.
We all want the same thing actually, we just don’t know how to get there.
My way or the highway.
Because I said so.
This way or else.
I can’t stress enough,
Communication
And Lord knows, we have to
Love Big,
Lorene
