The game of campaigning is over. I am not one to talk about politics, and I am enjoying the quiet after the chaos. We’re in the inbreath time after a long outbreath, where gathering of strategies and next steps are afoot.

If I am silent just enough, I can feel the collective calmness in our country’s humanity.

Imagine, if you will, the idea that we are all part of the whole. Each human walking on this earth is a microcosm of the macrocosm. Stories may be different but patterns are similar. The earth is polluted. We are polluted. The earth calms. We calm. The earth rages. We rage. The collective inbreath and the collective outbreath. I can notice it more easily when there is a loss of someone known to all, like Michael Jackson or Ruth Bader Ginsberg. I close my eyes and feel the collective harmony of loss.

We are all in this together and yet I choose not to engage in the cacophony of competition and negativity. I choose not to engage in behavior that lowers my energy and festers negativity. I choose to curiously peer through the veil of illusion to discover what I can imagine using my anything-is-possible lens. Our imagination can move one way or the other -- to harmony or strife.

I choose harmony in my life. I enjoy comfortable routines just as everyone else does.

While living in fear and pain, I built isolation which supported my fear and pain.

Once I honored my fear and pain, I stopped hiding.

I discovered I had opinions.

I discovered I had likes and dislikes.

I discovered I wanted to learn more.

I discovered I cared.

I learned to love.

I learned the Universal law that I make my life based on my values.


By Alora M. Knight

Outside my window flowers bloom

In a rampant disarray.

They pay no heed to color schemes

In their wonderful display.

I thought I heard a pansy say

In a low voice to a lily,

"I simply do not understand

Why human beings are so silly.

They will argue about color,