Across the oceans, a seven-decade long battle, never finished, re-erupts with rumbles of ballistic missiles splashing into the North China sea. No appeasement. Bellicose rhetoric intensifies
Earthquakes topple buildings. Fifteen worshippers crushed during mass. Steeples litter churchyards.
Hurricanes bring days of drenching rain. Mangled metal and snapped wooden beams lie across trailer parks like a litter of matchsticks.
Weeks after devastating rain, electricity remains elusive. Clean drinking water unavailable. Bacterial infections lie in infested waters. Clear blue skies mock the seeming promise of tropical paradise.
Wine country lies in ruins. Smoldering ash coats purple grapes. Wisps of smoke disappear into thick layers of haze as a dull, red sun rises over the desolation.
Thousands of music-lovers gather for an outdoor concert. Lone gunman, weapons modified, fires randomly into the crowd, dozens killed, hundreds injured
Jeeps festooned with giant American flags, Trump signs. Honking their horns, young drivers weave through the street, fists raised.
Friday night worshippers pray in their synagogue as bands of demonstrators march outside, torches lit, slogans chanted.
Protestors set up their signs. Scream harangues at passersby. “Socialists, go back to California.”
Twitter spewed by an egotistic president. A man who will not accept criticism. A man with a single point for every view. Fake news. Little rocket man. Honor the flag. Let Puerto Rico fix itself.
And me? How can I react? What do I say? What must I do?
I will seek the Calm. I can breathe in Peace. I will fill my soul with Lovingkindnes. I must turn down the blare of news. I can meditate on serenity
And, not wanting to face this alone, I find others who eschew loneliness.
Together we will seek to unify with other like-minded individuals.
Together we will find the promise behind our fears.
Together we will create Calm-Unity.
We form Community.
"With all the beauty surrounding me here above the Verde Valley, how could I not create more beauty?"