The Space that Matters

I feel like America has lost her soul. Truly.

Bombs. Racism. Sexism. Homophobia. Calling the police on children selling water. Hatred of everything. Excuses for groping women. Anger. Etc., etc.

Every. Single. Day.

It’s exhausting. Truly.

Yesterday, I saw a post from someone mocking the recipients of the bombs.

Really? REALLY?

Who does that? Where has common decency gone? Where has kindness gone? Where has compassion gone? Is this what we have become? Is this what we have reduced ourselves to?

This? THIS?

This is truly a space of ugliness.

And yesterday, it was too much. So, I turned off the TV, logged out of Facebook, and instead, ran through the leaves with my child. We threw them in the air and watched with delight as they fell to the ground. Our quaking Aspen sounded like a glorious symphony to my soul. I sat in the sun and watched their golden leaves shimmer. We giggled with delight as our squirrel friends played along the fence. We watched in wonder, as the birds jumped among the barren branches of our Cottonwood tree.

Now, this is a space of healing.

This is a space that matters.

Truly.

And this early day, today, in the stillness of the morning, I listened, really listened. I faced the sunrise and watched her grandeur spark in the east. Always, after all these years, the beauty and promise of a sunrise never stops inspiring me.

A reminder.

A glorious reminder of what is behind the clouds and darkness…always.

So today, I am staying in that space that matters, and I am grateful.

Call to Action: What matters to you?