Take a look at trauma…
Take a look at trauma ... stare down suffering ... without any controlling whatsoever gaze at a possible new way to praise interconnected things. Open your senses. Open your sensing towards slightly torn sounds of children. All the gleeful hollers that occur just after a thousand specks of ash flakes slowly fall or after Winter's first substantial light and fluffy snowfall. Praise questions lacking empathy addressed to a moose ... acknowledge all big city breakups prolonged ... praise near and far stick togethers. Nature lovers and theists relax into your pain until it changes into a vast intricate system of delicate roots sending unknown messages back and forth. Praise hope. Myths of our lives might explode and become something more valuable ... ancient history stories flow into animist fantasies or a shaping of some new advice ... give praise to all efforts to release a dove ... and let them fly on their own path to freedom.