Two quotes from Indian author and activist Arundhati Roy are on my mind tonight. First the disturbing.
“Either way, change will come. It could be bloody, or it could be beautiful. It depends on us.”
I don’t even have to look to the horrifying news out of the Middle East to find us awash in blood. Here in my town, last week two men pulled out guns to shoot each other for the unpardonable crime of bumping each other on the sidewalk.
It seems that people are less and less respectful of life, while the means to do harm are more and more lethal, efficient, and accessible. Where will it end?
“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”
Yes, I hear her too. This is why I make a point, every day, to dwell in quiet.
Today I walked the Rivoli Park Labyrinth. I said an invocation before stepping in, and as I wound my way to the center, I imagined transformation happening. The breeze rearranging molecules, my porous body, which is really made of space and light and whirling particles.
I reached the stone at the center, and just as I sat down the sun broke through the clouds. I felt it warm my back.
I said, thank you. And: may it be so.