I was looking through images for painting inspiration and ran across these that I took on the Big Island a couple of years ago. I’m sure my attraction to them was impacted by the movie we saw last night, I am Jane Doe, and by the attitude towards women of our current President.
From traveling to places not as wealthy as the Pacific Northwest, I’ve gained the perspective of how your place of birth determines so much about your conditions in life. Imagine if you were trying to raise your kids in Nicaragua, or Guatemala?
Or if your parents were mentally ill or drug addicts and there was no one to help you?
These images made me reflect on how grateful I am to be able to experience such comfort and beauty in my life. The ability to experience love and beauty is a gift from God.
They also reminded me of how responsible we all are to help others who simply were born in the wrong place at the wrong time. How we have to be the light that gets in through the cracks.
Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering,
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Anthem by Leonard Cohen
Photo by Nick who was homeless at in the recovery program at UGM.
Be the light!