If only it were possible, even “just a little bit.”  But if anything, it seems as if the “it” of fear, hatred and loss of democracy is on the rise around the world … even here in my beloved Canada.

While phrases such as … “It wouldn’t happen here” … “Discrimination is not part of the Canadian ideology” … “Religious intolerance is not part of who we are” … “Hatred is not part of our history” are often spoken with deep compassion and concern for countries where such things are happening  (have happened), climate change, the coronavirus are adding to the existing reality of rising religious intolerance, hatred, violence, terrorism.

Is any place safe these days?   Schools are not.  Universities are not.  Hospitals are not.  Marathons are not.  Sport events are not.  Homes are not.  Homes are not.  Religious buildings are not.  Shopping centres / malls are not.

The fear grows. The intolerance spreads. The hatred increases. The finger-pointing escalates.  And the “us and them” language develops its own life.

When that happens, we forget that in the midst of it all, joy abounds:  weddings happen … lives are celebrated … babies are conceived … lives are extended because of medical intervention … children laugh and play … elders share their wisdom and experience, … musicians, photographers, dancers, painters, thespians, calligraphers, potters, weavers, chefs, gardeners, carpenters, fabric artists, knitters, landscape artists, writers and oh so many others, continue to awaken the creative spirit, touch the soul and inspire the mind.

Do we focus on the negative and the frightening; or we focus on the positive and the hopeful, the joyful?

Do we allow events such as decisions being made by leaders (even in some parts of our own country), focus our attention on the death knell of life?  Or do we let those events and decisions motivate us so that we get involved and anticipate new life emerging from the struggles?  

My spirit grieves for the lives that have been lost, the erosion of democracy, the ways selfishness keeps us from changing our habits to protect this planet for future generations.

We can choose to see ourselves entering the death of the tomb or entering the birth of the womb. 

The choice is ours.  May we not give away our ability to choose whether or not we will face each tomorrow with hopeful expectation/anticipation, even if it is only “just a little bit.”


Photo and Text © June Maffin