So often, when I see bad news of terrorism and hate and the devastation people are ravaging on fellow animals and the environment, things feel precarious, like I am in the middle of an eye of a storm. One step in the wrong place at the right time, and my life could be forfeit too. The thought is terrifying, maddening, surreal.
As well as to do my best to cause the least amount of harm and to use my voice be an advocate, I tell myself to just keep creating. Art, stories, whatever. Just keep creating.
In creating, I can weather the storm, keep my psyche anchored and safe, reflecting on all that is precious and wonderful in this world.