I know it seems like civilization is falling to pieces, and that we cannot agree on anything, and that uncertainty can fill up a little too much real estate in your head.
And that even though Houston seems far away from Paris and Beirut and Tel Aviv, that things are so terrible all over, and that perhaps more turmoil is heading our way. It seems that chaos and pain are as close as a television, or a radio, because in a way, they are.
But sometimes, you can have an adventure, take a break from the debates in our heads, and allow the people who are doing good take center stage, distract you from the tragic, take your breath away. Fate can lead you upward—it does not always bring you to your knees.
This is what happened to me, in November, when so much pain was in Paris, Beirut, Tel Aviv, well, all over.
So first of all, the weather sent us a message: that it can be cloudless and sunny and 65 in November, a reminder that we can’t mess up everything here on earth. Sometimes, things are gorgeous and fantastic and we haven’t done a thing to deserve it. But we are grateful for the gift.
So I turned off the talking heads, turned off my radio, accepted an invitation to remember that while terrorists get so much press, there are quiet deeds going on all around us in Houston, Texas, America, and we need to make sure those get enough air time to sustain us, let us breathe. Continue reading