During these times when every day brings another bitter pill or perhaps a handful, from bottles marked “Hope” and also “Change,” it’s hard not to become overwhelmed with cynicism. How do we keep going, maintain a shred of optimism and answer each other when we wonder, “What more can we do? What can I do?” And we search the cupboard, the bathroom cabinet, the bedside table for something that reads “Inspire,” “The Sky is Blue,” or “Rain.”
We get by with a little help from our friends. I have wonderful people in my life, my real life, and also in the virtual life we have here. Herewith are some places I go in the virtual world where friends and kindred spirits unleash their dreams, their experiences and their worlds, sharing them in all the ways we know.
I have mentioned my friend Lora who has been living for months in Gaza. She is coming back to Albquerque soon, this week, and here she confronts her feelings about leaving her friends in Gaza and sharing their world with us. It is a bittersweet pill she offers.
Here are kindred spirits, but much braver than I. At 83, 20 years may not be bad medicine for her, but it would be very hard for me to choke down. If I am still alive at 83, I would reconsider it though.
And thinking about our friend SD, here’s some film about Algeria and the oil mess there. The site has a number of other films made by Africans about their homelands, and perhaps it will fill out your imagination for something besides the tired cliches that fill the storehouse of what we have come to understand about Africa in our lifetimes.
And of course there is beauty, and words that cleanse our spirits. Tasty morsels hiding between book covers, peeking through flower petals or maybe the sun glancing on water rushing past.
Because laughter is the best medicine, and also, because I can’t get enough of this.
What’s raising your boat today?
Photo by Jeffreyw released under a Creative Commons license.