Parallel Worlds
- At May 29, 2017
- By admin
- In Annes Letters
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May 2017
Dear Family and Friends,
Parallel worlds.
The way life operates in parallels always fascinates me. One big simultaneous happening of life and death, joy and sorrow, growth and decline. Metgala in New York, famine in Yemen. All at the same time.
Like so many, I acutely watch and wonder the news these days. Super powers vying for control, some subtly and long term, others ostentatiously and immediate. Xi here, Putin there, Trump all over the place. I see people suffer, others rejoice. Dance and horror going hand-in-hand.
Sometimes in order to survive it seems it is essential to simply surrender to transparency and to beauty.
In the long run, won’t millions of small endeavors like these hold in check the monstrous forces of insanity obsessing the world today? We must hope.
Parallel worlds are becoming so intertwined they become hardly distinguishable. Yet, without horrors, how could we ever expect to approach the depth of Light?
Love,
Anne
Parallel worlds.
The way life operates in parallels always fascinates me. One big simultaneous happening of life and death, joy and sorrow, growth and decline. Metgala in New York, famine in Yemen. All at the same time.
Like so many, I acutely watch and wonder the news these days. Super powers vying for control, some subtly and long term, others ostentatiously and immediate. Xi here, Putin there, Trump all over the place. I see people suffer, others rejoice. Dance and horror going hand-in-hand.
Sometimes in order to survive it seems it is essential to simply surrender to transparency and to beauty.
So as the world fights and rages, here in little Sendai we dance and rebuild.
Rejoicing in the Aoba Festival with its floats, flutes, and drums.
Reforesting with OISCA in its commitment, concern, and care.
In the long run, won’t millions of small endeavors like these hold in check the monstrous forces of insanity obsessing the world today? We must hope.
Parallel worlds are becoming so intertwined they become hardly distinguishable. Yet, without horrors, how could we ever expect to approach the depth of Light?
Love,
Anne
