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Sunday morning. I woke up early today feeling refreshed. I made some coffee and got dressed and headed outside to finish planting my garden.
It's been a glorious morning. Quiet, solitude, coffee, fresh air, singing birds...bliss.
There is massive civil unrest in the U.S. Rightly and justly so.
I have a small cat silently watching birds out my window.
My daughter's friend was raped by her roommate.
The sky is blue and I can see the wind blowing through the branches of my apple tree.
There is a deadly virus that's killing people and we have a leader in our province who says that the average life expectancy is only 82 anyways...essentially indicating that anyone older than that is not worth worrying about. My dad is 82...
I'm looking out the window at the planter boxes he built that I have planted with veggies and my coffee is getting cold.
These things all exist in the same world.
How do all of these things fit into the same world??
They do.
Pandemic aside, these things have always existed in the same world. Perhaps we've lost our capacity to hold it all - to hold the paradox that life is. Life and death are intimately intertwined. Our world is beautiful and horrible at the same time.
Some people get this. People that have experienced great loss know that grief and joy can exist simultaneously in the same body. But I think for many of us, it's hard to wrap our heads around.
Our world is, and always has been, much more complex than we like to believe. We want to see black and white, but it's always been shades of grey.
We like black and white. We like certainty. Clarity. Contrast.
Well, we've got it folks.
We have the contrast of people protesting with their big guns because they can't get a haircut, and those that are protesting a system that protects murderers.
How do you like this contrast? What picture does it paint for you?
We say that the world's gone crazy. It's always been crazy. It's just affecting more people now. Maybe it's finally affecting you now.
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