"And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart"
Sunday Blondy Sunday, U2, 1983

I have heard this song a million times and "felt" the words, today.

Tell me who has won? How long must we sing this song? How long?

When will we learn to see past all the words and noise to that fact that we are all in this together?

Shaky my head in disbelief at where we are as a species....

I'm out.
Bravehearted Old-faithful Wolf


All Else is Madness

"To complain is always nonacceptance of what is. It invariably carries an unconscious negative charge. When you complain, you make yourself into a victim. When you speak out, you are in your power. So change the situation by taking action or by speaking out if necessary or possible; leave the situation or accept it. All else is madness." The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle

What in your life are you not accepting?

I'm out.
Bravehearted Old-faithful Wolf