The world feels feverish and knotted with illness that sometimes feels like a cold and other times, the flu. And the mass of it is a bit too much. You’re not alone in this. I feel the weight of the world with you.

The earth is sore and angry from the wrath of humanity. I agree with you. Climate change, human rights crises, the possibility of world war and a burning continent validly induce a morose heart. I am somber, too. Your grief for creatures who coexist with you makes sense. And praying for lives lost is valid. You are allowed to feel sad. You are allowed to pray. You are allowed to grieve for those you may not know but are thinking of. I am grieving, too.

In these trying times, I also ask you to take care of yourself. Disconnect to just be. These days are a reminder that it is a privilege to just be. 

It is okay to feel morose. I feel it with you.

Your sadness is compassion. With it, you are painting the smoke of the world with brilliant colours that represent the ways of your world. You are art, and sadness is one of your shades. Live deeply. Live kindly. Through these conscious ways of being, you allow grief and hope coexist. 

There are ways to help and stay updated on world events: stay updated:

Stay updated on human rights violations in India and China through Feminist Flower Crown,

help the Australian wildfires,

and when you need to, do not be afraid to disconnect from it all.

I trust you’re taking care of you.