Sixteen minutes

This morning I feel tremulous, shaken, powerless, sad.

The fact that the world bears this out as normal makes it worse.

Once I thought it was possible for the world to revolve around love, but fifty more years of observing it, makes me think I was/am wrong.

Somehow we have nurtured an entire culture that reveres the ploy, the game, the callous view that everyone who is not US is simply here to be used.

And not only have we nurtured it, we have given over the power of one of the richest countries in the world to these people who cultivate it in the most mentally vulnerable and get them to do the dirty work for them.

Fear, frustration, rage are the norm now. People starving for justice are storming whatever they can find in search of some kind of sustenance that might end their suffering.

I feel it. I don't want to, but I do feel it.

And that is why I am blessed to get my sixteen minutes of love and kindness every morning from a voice that lifts me above this chaos and reminds me that of all the traits to value, kindness is the most important.