Clarity and Confusion

I raise my boys as best I can. In the face of a world gone mad, time spent at home, time spent teaching, time spent in the body and life still makes perfect sense.

Our president claims the moral high ground, protecting life by preventing destruction of unwanted embryos while he wages war and has sparked major loss of life throughout the middle east. I can't listen any more, but I cannot not listen. This world, the big world, doesn't make sense. Countries lob bombs at each other and we still seek violent solutions to our problems.

In light of the world I wonder how my small meditations can change things. I experience moments when everything makes sense, when I know that there is a solution to isolation and desire, when I know that I can find, we can find, internal peace,