The day after…

No, not the day after the apocalypse.

Rather, the day after posting a couple of times here on my blog, after a long time.

I even had someone from long ago, say hello, whom I knew from during the days that I was posting about the Netflix show, “Sense 8” twelve years ago…which was amazing because it stirred within me something very down deep, about human nature, about what it means to be human and alive, and emotional, empathetic, even empathic.

If you haven’t seen the show, I urge you too.

As for me today…well, this is why I’m writing here now, right? This is what blog’s and WordPress and writing is all about, isn’t it? Of course it is.

I wish…I wish I could wave a magic wand and just make peace and love all over the world. Now I’m sounding like John Lennon, who wrote the most beautiful song, “Imagine”. Look it up, if you haven’t heard it.

Peace, love, like a dove…around this world it fly’s about, not knowing where, or if, to land.

Not knowing a place where it can stand, to alight, without fright, and to make that place it’s home.

Home, where the heart is, is a start. That is our place to start, while we’re apart, most of us fluttering here and there not knowing where….to land, to take our stand…against the powers that be, apart from us apart from that which is dearest to our hearts.

And yes, hope lives! That’s the one thing that no one or no thing can take from us!

Hope lives, and hope forgives and mostly, it gives.

Unconditionally. We ARE all one.