Every second, Mother Earth and humanity endure moments of heartbreak and transformation alike. I often wonderโhow can humans be capable of such things?
And yetโฆ amid the turbulence, there is still beauty.
The delicate song of a sparrow at dawn.
The gentle rise and fall of a sleeping childโs breathโor that of a spoiled pug.
The breathtaking hues of sunrise melting into sunset.
There is still Kindness.
There is still Love.
Picture an unassuming cocoonโdark, rigid, confining. Yet within, a butterfly is waiting. Transforming. Becoming.
The world is in its cocoon phase, struggling to emerge into something new, something greater.