I don’t know much about a lot of things.
I don’t know how it is governments can poison their own people (or any people).
I don’t know how it is children are victims of gunshot wounds at the hands of those who are barely out of childhood themselves who are armed with metal death.
I don’t know how as the planet continues to wobble in ways more and more dramatic there is a continued unwillingness to claim culpability for global warming.
I don’t know how it became politically incorrect to share sorrows and questions.
I don’t know.
What I do know is that there is Holy Heart beating in the midst of the pain.
I do know that when people come together to remember who they are the world breathes hope.
I do know that what I can do is “love from the center of who I am” and trust that in so doing I am naming and claiming the source of life.
I do know that in our flailing we are not alone. We can choose love and resistance to thuggery and we can use the wonderings of our heart to get us out in the world in order that grace might be communal heartbeat.
Is there any other way?
What would we live that does not have hope in it?
I don’t know…I don’t really know…❤