It’s another day in August. Not too many more days left now. It’s starting to feel like autumn. Not that we’ve had much of a summer. I’m not complaining but learning to appreciate what we have. I’ve been listening to my favourite muse, Caroline Myss, again. She has said many times that it is a privilege to be living in these times. So as hard and painful life has been, I am grateful to be alive and awake to what we have today. I shall take this gift to explore and learn.

“This is an era of dynamic change, as well as chaos—but truly, it is a privilege to be alive at a time when we are discovering so much about the power of our own nature.“

Though I try not to scroll in the morning, it is hard to escape the headlines. This morning it was the news of a crematorium with 381 bodies thrown indiscriminately on the floor without being cremated. A horrible story, not good for the soul but one that needed to be told. We need to know that light and darkness exist in this world we live in. I am an adult. I am strong. I must not turn away and hide my head in the sand. Evil and goodness do exist.