I listen to the news. I see the images of great fires and greater hunger. I honor the wisdom of the prophets who are tracking our human journey. And one thing remains clear: healing the planet is the journey of healing ourselves. No more, no less. Simple, and utterly huge.
It is not a coincidence that you are here on this planet as a writer. (Or painter or artist or musician.) Your art is a gateway to god. Yes, I use that word a lot, but I don’t mean any particular god. Fill-in-the-blank god. Or substitute joy or peace or utter and complete happiness for the word god. It’s the same thing: the magic of the universe.
What happens when you create? You stand here on Earth and reach up and touch the heavens. And in that moment, you heal a small piece of yourself and an equal piece of the planet. Just by touching god. It matters so much how each one of us conducts our days. Healing is not something that other people do when we are busy with our lives. Peace on earth is not a line item on someone else’s budget, a job description for the favored few. No, it’s my job and your job too—the single most important thing any of us can do. But you don’t need to go work in soup kitchens or donate two years of your time to the Peace Corps. No, all you need to do, and all Spirit says you must do, is to carve out a significant portion of your day for the most significant thing you do—put your feet in the river of silence, plug in to divine, and WRITE.