Love, as an act of resistance

We live in a time when empathy, charity, and even love has become radicalized. Those of us who strive to emulate the Prince of Peace might interject here, “But weren’t those ideas always radical?” Apparently, they were two thousand years ago. But I’m not sure if that was always the case. There’s evidence that our ability to empathize and show compassion has allowed us to work together, care for each other, share food and resources—all characteristics that aided in our collective survival.
With the winds of intolerance, greed, and brutality at gale force, practicing love and kindness is radical. And creating art becomes an act of resistance, spreading concentric circles of love and refilling depleted reserves. In the midst of chaos, take time for quiet reflection, meditation, and prayer—a respite from the storm. Be good to yourselves and patient with each other. Create art.
Today, on the anniversary of an insurrection, I finished sketching my second children’s book. I’m experimenting with different illustration techniques. Like The Golden Rule, it takes place in the Rocky Mountains and features the wildlife I love. And also like The Golden Rule (Do unto others as you would have them do unto you), it might be considered radical. I’m calling it Love One Another.
The Love Religion
The inner space inside
that we call the heart
has become many different
living scenes and stories.
A pasture for sleek gazelles,
a monastery for Christian monks,
a temple with Shiva dancing,
a kaaba for pilgrimage.
The tablets of Moses are there,
the Qur’an, the Vedas,
the sutras, and the gospels.
Love is the religion in me.
Whichever way love’s camel goes,
that way becomes my faith,
the source of beauty, and a
light of sacredness over everything.
Translated by Coleman Barks (From the introduction of his book of Daily Readings, A Year with Rumi)

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When Craig bought me watercolors last Christmas, they opened up a whole new world of possibilities. I began painting the natural world—my home in the Rocky Mountains, childhood memories of the Alaskan wilderness where I grew up.

As a quick update, our cabin addition is nearing completion. It’s taken longer than we hoped, but that’s the nature of construction at 8750′ elevation. The two small cabins we’re renovating are also near completion, and we hope to get those on the market this year. Craig is returning to engineering, his core strength, and I’m excited to open Panhandle Creek Press for general submissions as soon as I graduate from the Publishing Institute. We’ve applied to the county for a hosted short-term rental. If that goes through, we look forward to welcoming writers for some quiet mountain inspiration time, complete with beautiful views, hiking trails, wildlife and bird viewing, propane fire pit, and a hot tub overlooking the Panhandle Creek.