While the media replicate one act of yesterday's violence a billion times, a billion marvelous deeds of creative kindness are happening now, and the media ignores them. So I turn off the news, which is never new. Then real news awakens in the silence all around me. My back yard sings with seeds of Spring. In the infinite dimension of Presence, I am free to love.
Illustration from Barbara Berger's, 'Grandfather Twilight'
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