11/06/2023
When I start a piece, it looks like nothing. One knot. Two knots. Three knots. Still, a mess of cord and disorder. But I continue, trusting that with persistence, the pattern will begin to unfold. This piece was so tricky—all zigs and zags non-stop—each knot very much dependent on the one before it. Slowly, it unfolds. Creating something that makes sense, order coming from a seeming chaotic mess of threads. Our voices, like these knots, can be like this. One or two—it’s not much. But together, raised in unison—our small voices can create a mighty roar and demand for something different than the chaos. Demanding order, peace, rights and freedoms for all human beings. Recognizing that more bombs will only breed more terror, more violence only leads to more violence. My heart aches every morning when I wake, knowing of the vast amount of pain, grief and suffering that is happening all around the world. But I will use my small voice to speak out for peace, for hope, for a future if something better. The systems in place want us to feel weak, helpless, and as if change isn’t possible. I will daily commit to the task of believing otherwise. Because our thoughts create reality. Our thoughts matter. Our words matter. Praying for peace and all of the innocent children whose lives are pawns in governmental games if colonization, hatred, bigotry, and war. Sending love to every human who needs hope at this moment. 🇵🇸