Today you wanted to talk about “the economy”. How the economy affected my art and work. You told me you felt horrible and scared and mad. My desire to reach out and hug you was all I could think of. I found that optimism felt false, but that doomsday was also untrue I felt a desire to share possibility with you but no words sounded right. I realized I hadn’t found my language yet for what was defined as “a recession”.
The good news is that we are waking up.
The bad news is that the alarm went off a while ago.
The good news is that it is not too late.
The bad news is that we have to act fast.
The good news is that we actually know what to do.
Your original question was: How can we be at peace, yes?
I have told you. And still you do not believe me. How then is change possible?
Why don’t you just try it? Like you tried today, calling on me?
As you all are so fond of saying: What have you got to lose?
So much of this creation, little one, is set up to work with how
you approach your lives. What you allow yourself to think,
and what stories you choose to cultivate. And the stories you make
about the stories to hold yourself, and others captives. If you all would
stop, just this part, the whole world would be different overnight.
You are the miracles in your midst.