I wanted to write
about the joy of spring here in Los Angeles – how the scent of orange blooms
from neighbors’ garden is sneaking into my bedroom and the amazement of vines
around next door turning into soft purple flower rain of Wisteria and much
more. But suddenly, there is news about another senseless killing spree in the
middle of peaceful daily life.
I notice my shock and
wonder how I have become used to hear about the bombings in Middle East, yet it
seems so scary in Europe. I ask myself – how can one become used to any
killings?
And, at the same time,
media is feeding our fears, bringing more negative energies, hatred and anger
into the world.
Now my main question
is how can we maintain the balance in the middle of chaos?
How to keep the
healthy caution without being swept away by fear?
Maybe the nature
herself teaches us to follow the life force – life itself wants us to succeed!
Wendell Berry says in The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world
grows in me
And I wake in the night at
the least sound
In fear of what my life and
my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the
wood drake
Rests in his beauty on the
water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of
wild things
Who do not tax their lives
with forethought
Of grief. I come into the
presence of still water.
And I feel above me the
day-blind stars
Waiting with their light.
For a time
I rest in the grace of the
world, and am free.