THE BROAD SPACE

Events are more tectonic than we think. Ideas can take years to percolate into something tangible, knowable. Specificities slowly accumulate and after time, a larger shift takes place. So it's important to consider that what is happening, what we are experiencing right now, might not be the major event we think it is. More likely it's a step; however painful, however pleasurable. For me everything that happens in the story of a life leads to an event we all share, the ending. It's the only card we're handed absolutely. Real magic can be performed when we assimilate this and move toward that eventuality with humility; our humanity intact. It could be that the most important event of every-single-life is simply the finale. I want to arrive there clean; better than when I started. I want to have made my amends and feel grateful for it all. I'd like to retire free from judging and free from judgement. And quiet, with nothing left to say, nothing left to hear. I...

The softest way to land a prayer...give thanks. Thank you world for being big enough to hold us all Thank you time for endlessly cycling and handing me another moment to get it right Thank you consciousness for waiting patiently when I struggle to wake up Thank you anger for showing me which doors to close Thank you clarity for showing me which doors to open Thank you faith for guiding me in respect for otherness Thank you truth for being so easy to see Thank you opposition for reminding me who I am and who I am not Thank you solace for revealing the goodness and the godness in me when I am scared Thank you life for the beautiful song you are writing Thank you voice, I am singing my way home Love, Caro © Caro Marr

As the relative order of life continues to dismantle itself, I reach for calm. I look for anything that will breach the discomfort. An idea, a loved one, a poem, a painting, a song. This morning I reached out to our children. Just a text, "Checking in. Are you ok?" I heard from both. That helped. Later in the day I received a text from our son. He had been digesting the reality of bombs dropping far away, but not so far away. The desperate logic of wrong thinkers in the middle of a meltdown. String-pullers in high offices setting the world on fire for their own agendas. Not mine. Not yours. Here are his words: "Hadn’t seen the news yet when we spoke earlier- been thinking about it most of today while doing chores. I said this to dad but I think this is (mostly) the america weve always lived in, not to say it’s okay- but to say we know so much more now, so in some weird way maybe finding ways to use our voices is the opportunity to grow into the myth of Americ...