Sunday, April 26, 2015
This painting, one of my favorites by the Trinidadian artist Brianna McCarthy, is my hedge this morning against all the pain and loss unfolding in Nepal, and the more familiar sorrows happening closer to home. This morning, I'm holding fast to the simultaneous existence of beauty, and souls like Brianna who I think must be here on the planet to help soften the harsh edges of this human incarnation. We are so puny in the face of massive shifts in the earth's crust, as happened in Nepal yesterday. Thousands lost as the ground beneath them rolled and broke. Sometimes the only thing to do is pray. And drink in what is good.