May you always find…


Like many of you, I’ve felt so crushed by the state of the world of late.  From Chicago to Minneapolis, Baghdad to Paris.  Syria.  Colorado Springs.  San Bernardino.  The list feels endless.  So many lives so brutally taken.  So many people just searching for safety for themselves and their families.  It’s times like these when my despair turns to paralysis.  What do we do?  What can we possibly do?  Yes, I sign the petitions and call my representatives.  I will hit the streets and yes, I will vote and vote and vote.

Recently, an old friend has suffered the unthinkable: the loss of her baby at just five months old.  I found out through Facebook.  Her courage and candor as she shares her immense grief is stunning and has made me think very differently about social media.  The outpouring of love and support for her has been tremendous and heartbreaking and beautiful.  Don’t get me wrong, I know that nothing will “fix” this for her; nothing will bring back her baby girl.  But the countless posts and messages offering to just listen and grieve with her from friends and strangers alike is humbling.  I mean, isn’t this why we’re here?  To connect?  To genuinely connect with each other?  To listen and love in these tiny spaces that, when combined, may add up to something much larger?

I recently stumbled upon an old series of tiny illustrations.  Called “wishes,” each image was intended to begin with “may you find…”  In making them, my hope was that these paintings would serve as a gift or small sliver of light for the viewer.  After sitting in a folder in my hard drive for many years, I’ve decided to dust them off.  This is my very small gesture, my very small attempt to make sense of the world right now by connecting with you.  I’ve got a lot of these, but this is the one for today.  Sending so much love to you and yours.