It’s been a very gut-wrenching week, filled with deep sadness at the suffering of so many animals, and the recognition of what it will take to start the shift towards kindness and compassion. It’s easy to give up when the road ahead seems impossible to navigate, and those are the times we reach for poetry, music, or meditation (usually all 3), to keep the Heart awake to the potential for positive change, even when it is hidden, deeply, from view.
Today we sat at the foot of this temple to reconnect to why we do what we do, and how all great change has always necessitated believing in hope when there seemed to be little about. The tiny bells topping all of the spires created a music in the breeze, and remembered how faith and hope go hand in hand, and action follows suit.
“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in”.