I find it disturbing that I am one of those beings who have used their great power so recklessly. It is hard to realize that I am part of a cluster of beings who are separating children from their parents at the border with Mexico, and only for political reasons. I am sad that my fellow humans in the US still put tens of thousands of poor people in prison just because they can’t pay up. They simply can’t afford to pay, so we put them in prison.
I feel powerless to go effectively against the will and choice of the many. The power of the vote is mostly an illusion. Replacing one group of officials who support the wealthy and powerful with another group who support the interests of the wealthy and powerful is such a minimal solution.
It is with a great sadness that I regard myself as human, part of a species that has not yet found or has lost the skill to live in balance with nature and with one another.
What can I do?
I will find a crevice between two hard building stones of humanity. I will gently sprout and send my tender roots into the essence of nature. I will breathe in the air and moisture that finds me. I will quietly bloom in between the hard presence of my surroundings. I will welcome bees. I will be a bringer of wonder.
I will bring joy to whoever passes through my garden. I will extend happiness and insight to all who pass by. I will offer wonder to whomever I touch or who come in contact with me. My roots will cling to my surroundings, and I will gently change rock to dirt.
The trace I leave behind on the world will be the essence of life, written in small script, left behind for the manifestation of life yet to come. I will nourish the future with whatever I have become.