It's been a rough few weeks.
You know hard days, when it's a bitch to put one foot in front of the other? Days when it's tough to focus on anything good? When death and destruction and struggle and strife just overwhelm us?
On days like this, Springtime helps. The tiny miracle of new blossoms, warm sun on my shoulders, a small wet slug in a garden-bed: little happy things get me through hard days. I really, really believe there is goodness everywhere; on days like this, I keep my field of vision small and take comfort in every corner I can.
Yesterday, a bunch of young people in our neighborhood--including my son and a few friends of ours--celebrated the Indian HOLI Festival (re-scheduled twice due to weather). A celebration of happiness and love, of the power of good over evil. Of all the crazy colors in the world. It was a small miracle, too--an explosion of nameless joy and wild music and young people being alive.
Sometimes, that's all there is. It was a gift; I hope you watch the little slideshow I made and enjoy it, too.