Being At Ease

I live in a prosperous neighbourhood with abundant shelter, water, warmth, food, and good health. I have time to contemplate, play and work with those things that interest me. I live a comfortable life.

My capacity to ignore the distress and injury of others and the earth is sharpened by good fortune.

Why Birds Sing

As I write, birds are full with song. They sing as the early morning air not only enters their fragile frames, but as it leaves. Birds sing with alternating lungs, some in harmony with themselves. Their songs declare forcefully, beautifully:

I am alive, I am here, hear me.

With Tears I Return

I listen to a traditional Nordic waltz. I love its simplicity of tune, of single voice and sounds that build, together. I am moved to tears.

Although I find music intensely plaintive, I take solace from its expression.

We humans are capable of such delicacy, and yet at times such brutality. It is music that always brings me back to what we can best become.