Two threads of opaque light
At One with
Invisible needles,
Moving in and out of silent space
Embroidering,
Creating colors unseen
A work of art,
Felt in the Heart
This post was created in collaboration with the lovely Shelley Richardson.
Inspiration
oneness
Our Imperative
During my last visit to Paris, I spied a few of these messages of love, all sprayed by the same hand. They delighted me. Moving about Paris can be stressful, especially given the security measures of recent years—more soldiers, more police vehicles, more security checks. In short, more fear.
The unexpected love signs were an antidote to the tensions. They brought a pause, a smile, and a reminder of loving kindness. This week, in the wake of mind-numbing violence in my own country, people are grasping for words. I have not pieced together my own thoughts, and I don’t know that I will. Yet the Paris love graffiti wells up in me. Its clear, direct message resonates. Love is an imperative. Love is our duty, our privilege, and our pleasure. And this week, it is our balm.