Everyday the terrible news of gun deaths shatters us and once again we think this must be the moment that changes everything. Everyday more evidence emerges of the thriving systemic racism in our country and communities but we pretend it will end. Everyday the levers of power among corporations and politicians prevent us meeting the climate challenge and we pray science will save us. Everyday we must embrace the bigger picture of a greener more equitable world in whatever way we can. Everyday there are efforts to work toward these possibilities but they mostly escape our Twitter feed. Everyday we must take the next step even when we lose trust in the outcome. It's our hope for the future, depending of course on what we wish for the generations to come. Each of us must make that decision Everyday.
Tous les Jours
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5 Responses to Tous les Jours
Such an articulate expression of exactly what leading a mindful life might look like in these tumultuous times.
Thank you Carol for giving us hope that we can do something every day that can make a difference . Your posts are always good for thought , and makes a difference in my life. With Grtitude
The post reminds me that mindful can trump mindless. The miracle of cognition and of choice and of future. The mail came as a surprise, and then, a confirmation. And a reminder to dedicate each moment to the best. Thank you.
Yes…every day…you say it very well. I hope may people read this. Love you!