And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still.
And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.
And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.
And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.”
~Kitty O’Meara’~
Content Catnip 
Very apt…. We live in strange times….
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Yes we do, and it’s difficult to know exactly what to do right now, or which way is up. At least for me.
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Well chosen!! Absolutely perfect!!
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Where’s that first picture from? I want to climb into my ipad screen and live there
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Ryoan-Ji temple and gardens in Kyoto, it’s like heaven on earth in terms of the level of peacefulness there, I wish I could teleport there right now too!
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I didn’t take this image though.. it’s a stock image, the other ones though including the hotel room in Kyoto are all mine, all precious memories of mine I hoard them all, more valuable than gold!
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Those words are healing in themselves. Economic activity is so draining, and inimical to the planet’s health. I wonder if we are at the equivalent of that point in WW2, where the so-called 1939-40 ‘phoney war’ filled in an interim period before the real hostilities began?
I’ve been working remotely for a number of years now, in a rural village where walking and cycling routes wind away into deep countryside like spokes from a bike hub. Today feels even more relaxed than normal: friends are emailing their notions that big change is coming. Another Berlin Wall would do the trick. My cynicism says a 9/11 equivalent is just as likely.
But the buds have appeared on the cherry tree outside my study window, onions and garlic are shooting up at the end of the garden, and our cats are running around like they are kittens again. Being alive can be such a joy. And if death is waiting, that might be a whole new adventure. Who knows?
Thanks again for the great pics!
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I love this word painting of your place, it’s vivid, raw and real, it’s as though I am right there with you. On a darker note, this feeling of dread, confusion, being untethered to foundations.. I so get this. I often can’t sleep or wake up from terrible dreams. The doom and gloom is real for sure, it would be akin to how it was in the years leading up to WW2 I guess. I’m glad you have remote work and are near to nature, and that you have a garden bulging with new life. Take the small blessings I reckon and be grateful for them. Take care my friend
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Beautiful.
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Thank you my friend. Hugs
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Hugs back. ❤️
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