Things We Can’t Find Resolution In —We Look to Blame, But I Don’t Believe It’s Any Singular Event or One Person or Group's Fault.
I know there is hope. Even in unimaginable circumstances. There is hope in our living. Possibility and opportunity rise out from despair—and with an open heart, even joy can be triumphant.
Some say we can’t change people and in a short term view that might bear truth. Yet, people do change through unfavorable incident, even from their successes. However nuanced, our impact on each other prevails. On the other hand, if change is the one thing we can count on, then chance of an enlightened society is undoubtedly also built into our humanness. Our cellular structure, our emotional systems, our thought exchanges, all connected, ebb and flow into each others future.
We can’t overgeneralize what’s good for one person is good for another, most would agree. Still, our varied issues deeper down reveal similar sources. Let’s find ways to transform suffering instead of propagating its pain.
Things we can’t find resolution in —we look to blame, but I don’t believe it’s any singular event or one person or groups fault.
Love is a mutual acknowledgement, an acceptance between two elements.
The quote is from a song I wrote in 1992 when I lived in Boston. It’s a vibe, a recognition of the energy we all share. To me, that sentiment feels like a thunderstorm when its’ rains fall, and the smell of negative ions permeating the air wake us, in a flash our senses tingling —we are in the experience of aliveness.
Art and songs and music bridge the gaps in our thoughts and understandings. Words to me are ethereal. They show up in one form or another to say something. And if they should fail to be heard the first time around, they seem to circulate and culminate and percolate until the time is right to resurface where life needed them to be to begin with.
When our hearts connect, we wake. Our bodies recognize the connectivity. We move. We release.
Respectfully we heal.
As humans, the notes we each play lovingly, in our own key keeping our own time, sharp or flat —is the beautiful score of life. Some high, some low, some deep, some call open the petals on a daisy —some release the scent of pine from a cone on the spruce —perhaps too, the frequency a dolphin chatters is a message. “Expand, Express, Explore.”
We are not alone.
I know there is hope. In the cultivation of our curiosity lives a timely reply. Even in unimaginable times.
A general consensus in an early 21st century society is possible. Compassion, empathy, and love —may be —THE most common understanding everyone understands.
And with an open heart —even joy is willing to be triumphant.
*author note: This is for a new project I’m working on titled Cultivate Curiosity. It’s a book of poems broken into two sections. Current events and trauma release work. More details to come.