Are “truth, justice and love” truly eternal elements that are beneath all the contrary images we see these days?  Is it just the adrenalin-seeking media that sells paranoia, death, tragedy and violence?  Or am I a pollyanna sticking my head in the sand.

I think it all comes down to attitude, which is all in the beholder.  Half-full, half-empty or “I ordered a cheeseburger” perspective.  And the practice of remembering that part of us are bigger than our bodies, as expansive as our imaginations, with energy to transform the world–spiritual practice–is the key to feeling that balance. 

It is such a practice to remember that more than my fingers on the keyboard, more than the tired bones getting ready for another day at the factory, I am a start-child, at-one with the universe, a brilliant point of light.

Today I take the bushel basket off myself and let the eternal “me” shine.