Where do we go from here?

The internet and social media have opened our eyes to a world of souls like our own. It has created a longing for a place of belonging and there have been some rewards. But for highly sensitive people, we know better. We know that these types of connections are just languishing wisps of cotton candy; whipped with air, momentarily satisfying, leaving a bigger hole when it dissipates. If this revelation feels like a sting, let it pass until the truth remains. You know it and you feel it.

Where do we go from here?

I am a man of many dreams; many loves. Too many vision quests and mental treasure chests. I want to make food with my hands that nourishes the body and leaves it feeling whole, healthy, and satisfied. I do not want to cause harm to any being. This is who I am. I want to appreciate and enjoy art, ceramics and music, the kind that lingers on you like lavender and turmeric. Good stains. I want less open tabs, more open books, ripe fruit, sweet strings of guitar and violins. Tender hands in my head, tender hearts in my little world.

I want to not know the darkness that a lack of empathy creates. I want a little blue, a gentle mist of gray, a caravan of slowly moving bovine, sheep with no other life but fields of grass. The twine of kindness to hold my pieces together without protest or resistance. Slow mornings, steady days, quiet nights. The curl of incense, the patter of rain, the music of birds, the swaying of trees. Big mugs of calm, small bowls of balm, wide plates of gentleness and rest.

This is where I want to go. This is where I want to be. Quiet spaces that matter and mean more than the noise outside. One day the sun will shine like a radiant clarion, becoming the children of man to rest and joy. Until then, we the seekers of light must shine a gentle glow, saving energy for tomorrow, leaving something to share.