The windows are open. It’s been a few weeks since I have been able to do that on account of the heat. But today. Oh today is resplendent in its quiet beauty. There is a tender breeze, the sun is a full incandescent smile and there is nary a cloud in the sky.
I was able to sit out on the deck for a bit this morning, coffee, Mary Oliver and journal in hand. How I have missed that. June was full of such mornings. July, not so much. So for the opportunity to fully enjoy this gift of cool morning air, I am grateful.
I look around me and think that all too often, we forget the intricate, fragile, yet tenacious marvel of the world in which we live. For every bad thing that happens or that just is, there is also something good, something beautiful, something miraculous happening. For every life taken be it in the peaceful slumber of old age or by the hand of a disturbed gunman, there is also new life brimming forth. Pink, sweet, unblemished, full of hope and possibility.
Life is a constant progression whether we like it or not. Time doesn’t allow us to stand still, It won’t give us the chance to go back. It can’t. So carry on, we must. Despite atrocity, pain and suffering, there is always hope, always a chance for redemption and renewal.
Never forget that.
There is a lot of bad in this world. Indeed. But there is also a tremendous amount of grace and love that outweighs, overpowers and can overcome any wretchedness flung at us.
In her book, “Long Life: Essays and Other Writings,” Mary Oliver writes, “I walk in the world to love it.”
I walk in the world to love it.
I walk in the world to LOVE it.
And I do.
I love this world in which I am walking.