Tough times? Is this so?
I am am mostly an optimist. But I no longer try to convince myself that something bad will be something good for me in time. And I complain and whine with the best of them.
But mostly, I believe people are good, relationships and connections are just about everything, passion and commitment matter, and karma keeps things balanced. This is what I believe.
But I have to say times feel tough. In America, a congress has fallen apart and there is not much mention of abundance anywhere. The weather is weird and worrisome. And there is weariness.
I say all this at the same time I am having my best summer in four years. I like my work, I'm so psyched writing my book, I'm working out (finally), I love my family, my friends, my garden, my house, Provincetown, the weather.
But I believe the planet is shaky. There is something not healthy and it festers.
I'd like to be wrong. Do you think I am?
What do you think is going on? Do you feel a general of vague sense of worry, of discontent?
Thinking out loud, with love