Walking this morning I passed this roses up on Ivy Street here in Riverside. It struck me how they seemed to be doing their thing, heedless of the madness loose in the world right now. They danced in the slight breeze of the mid-spring morning. The weather is shifting here in Southern California from the cool damp rainy season that came late to the warmth of the coming summer.
Nature seems to go on. Sometimes it seems to try to reclaim its rightful place in the world. You may have noticed how clear the air is; how frisky the squirrels are. Perhaps you've heard the birds singing more brightly than ever before and just how very quiet it is at night.
Humankind has retreated into their private spaces. And hopefully we, as humankind, use this time to truly reflect and consider how we emerge from this time of being "separate though together" in this time of crisis. It seems we are already tearing apart. But it's never too late to unite in spite of our differences. Bottom line, like the roses, all we want to do to bloom, to thrive.
We create our own destiny. And so it is, a so it will forever be.