“It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world.” Mary Oliver.
I think of this quotation often because the world at the moment is broken. Evil people have taken over. They are dismantling our lives to serve their own interests. I am fortunate enough to have a garden and it’s May. I can go into my garden and remove myself for a few hours from this tyranny.
Others I know go into their books, their writing, their friends, their families, their physical activities and their dreams. We have not disappeared; we have just taken shelter from the storm. We hope, though, that we can outlast the maelstrom, praying that it doesn’t ravage everything we knew as ours and if it has, that we can rebuild.
It’s a serious thing to think of rebuilding at an advanced age, when you have known a lifetime of almost sanity. However, to remain sane yourself when your foundations of thought are being battered daily and to keep the belief that the world is intrinsically good, while you wait out the carnage, takes the strength of a lifetime.