Election nearing
Phone ringing incessantly
This quest for power
Category: Modern Life
Looking at how we’re evolving culturally, and how humanity engages with itself, for good and for ill.
I Sit In Stillness
I sit in stillness
The quietness calms my soul
I find hope therein
Always Seek Out Hope
Always seek out hope
Then our end will be better
Beyond what we guess
Moving through my life’s various trials in constantly struck by how often the results don’t match my predictions. At times, my conceptualization wasn’t even close. The best results achieve when I abandoned expectations and acted. Simply moved forward. Even if the end isn’t clear, the next step often is.
Can we remove fear’s power over us?
Fears easily win
When I lose faith that there is
A pathway forward
It seems that the quickest path to despair is giving up on finding a way forwards. That there are solutions to problems. Perhaps even that there’s any sort of solution. Sometimes, it’s easy to get so enmeshed into the details any problem that even obvious solutions become elusive.
It’s critical that we challenge that mindset. That we refuse to believe in that self-talk. We’d just believe in growth, in learning, in the path forward through the darkness.
I find reminding myself that other folks have gotten through similar challenges helps greatly. Knowing I’m not alone gives me peace, which feeds my strength.
A summer night
Now that it is night
With clouds vanquished far away
Summertime feels here
Fear gains it’s power
Loving our neighbors?
From the seeds of our distrust
Fear gains its power
Rage’s Deceptions: A Haiku
Something to beware
Rage’s deceptive power
Corroding our souls
The next in my exploration of rage.
Hope: Rage’s AntidoteÂ
Rage’s hopelessness
It’s the mirror of despair
Hope: the antidote
Hope requires vision, and the belief that humanity can work together.
Counteracting the rage: a haiku
Fear births rage
So easily exploited
Instead, speak of hope
Countering rage with rage isn’t creatuve, isn’t beautiful. We only become more divided, leaving more scorched earth, more broken. We must remember community has value, too.
This Age of Rage: A Haiku
In this age of rage
Where invective flows freely
Seek this voice of grace