No More

No more radio, no more newspapers, no more TV. Just paper and pen and the sound of the tea water trying to boil on the electric coil. The rain is hitting the pavement from the house next door, the one that had it's gutters stripped off.

It's easy to forget that we can just stop listening to worldwide tragedy for a day and plant a garden between our ears. This, today, right now. Create a sacred circle and step into it.