As we traipse across Canada this week I stare out the window and let my mind be still. It’s beautiful country, varied and often empty. Golden and green against a azure sky.
Its easy to feel small in a place like this. Insignificant.
I don’t mind the feeling. Or the quiet. In fact, when we do find wi-fi and I reconnect I feel assaulted by noise. Information. Hate. Sadness.
I don’t miss that. I don’t care about Brad and Angelina. I can’t stand to read another ignorant post about Presidential candidates. I’m tired of the rhetoric and hysteria and forgotten original message over not standing for the National Anthem. And my heart just can’t take another senseless murder.
Think me a coward – go ahead. I don’t care. I am at peace here.
There was a time in my life when I was more vocal, thinking if I was loud enough I might be heard. Make a difference.
But that was a different me. Long ago. Today I am here. Present. Insignificant.
Just being. In the moment. That’s all we have.