Take a deep breath of gratitude into your living lungs.
Frequently I am a guest in places of fear, trauma, captivity–hospitals, orphanages, jails, psychiatric wards, and some places where basic needs are not met, where “the issue of human rights” is not some horrible, sterilized bureaucratic catchphrase, but an ache of despair. My body gets hot with nausea and confusion, thinking of it from a distance.
40 girls died in a fire this week in their “safe house”/halfway house in Guatemala.
I was hoping to make some kind of coherent writing, but all of my senses came online, suddenly, buzzing.
The work that has chosen me grants me access to those in need. Enjoy the sunshine, enjoy the snow, say a prayer with your actions, your choices, your thoughts, your hands.
I continue to travel, for now, that the deep pains in the world may receive even a moment’s respite.