Saturday, June 3, 2017

Dawn

I don't usually write at dawn, but I am this morning. It's hard to see the sunrise through the grey skies and drizzle, but it's there. It would have made more sense to go back to sleep, but I'm thinking too much. As usual.

"Enough with the metaphors!" you're going to say. But oddly enough, for the first time in months, I feel like light is breaking on what has been a really long, dark night. However imperfectly, the vast majority of countries, institutions and people on the planet have an impulse toward life and toward the survival of this beautiful planet, and it looks like we are simply going to bypass the roadblocks and move forward. That's really all it takes, isn't it? You drive around the boulder in the road. You pull back the curtain on the "great and powerful Wizard of Oz." You release or raise your anchor and allow your boat to head downstream. It doesn't have to be a big and dramatic action, although sometimes it will be. It doesn't require superhuman strength. In the end, it's just a simple turning of the steering wheel, or a simple pulling back of the curtain, or a simple pulling up of the anchor. A simple, gentle swipe of the hand through space, and you are free and moving and alive again. 

Yeah, a new day is dawning. There is more reason for optimism than you might think.