We live in a messy world. Neurobiologists say our brains are Velcro when it comes to negative stuff – bam. Stuck forever. Brains are like Teflon when it comes to good stuff – wheeee. Flies right off. Part of that is evolution so we will remember and not touch the hot oven again. Has unintended consequences unfortunately.

Mean people on breaking news and compassionate heroic people unnoticed. It is tempting to say mean people are a*holes. I cannot. A*holes are a vital and functioning part of the human body and life. The behavior of such people is not. Tempting to say the compassionate heroic people are angels. I cannot. To do so would detract from the depth of their compassion despite human temptation to be otherwise. Plus, what if you’re allergic to wings? Messy.

We live in a messy world. Rain pours down on a long awaited picnic or the already saddened hearts at a funeral. Rain poured down on the drought hardened Colorado plains, mountains, and prairies and life was renewed.  The bleak starkness of the remains left from a forest fire speaks to the carelessness of man. The bleak starkness of the remains left from a forest fire, uncovers new life and actually frees seeds that would never open without the heat. Love is celebrated and joined with the reminder that it will also end in the words, “til death us do part.” Hmmmm, in a world where commitment seems transient, do we even include those words in vows now? Technology has literally been the Lazarus call to the blind, sick, maimed, and human longevity. Technology and longevity have been the death bell for so many forms of life. Humanity’s essence is on the list. Democracy has worked to end the subjugation and torture of the unfree. Democracy has also used torture, disenfranchisement, and subjugation to maintain its aura. Nature’s beauty leaves me stunned, breathless, and lifts my heart. Watching a hawk swoop down and take one of the pigeons I feed leaves me stunned and breaks my heart. Messy.

The point? The whisper? Dunno. Just a hobbit who looks out at the world and leaves breadcrumbs called a blog she never knows if anyone sees. A hobbit who has stumbled upon breadcrumbs left by others who never knew how they touched my soul. Maybe mine will find a forever home as well. Just a hobbit who stands in awe of the messiness of life. Sort of like the image. The full moon last week, always a delight, but hidden by the clouds. Then I realized I see her clearly so many nights, I may never again see clouds that make her look like she has eyes and smile. Maybe that’s the whisper… clouds paint faces and smiles on the moon, paint splatters on the painter, writers muss their hair when they write, dancers sweat, seeds get dirty pushing through the earth, and mud puddles create the most amazing laughter when they splash on your good clothes or bare feet. Messy. Beautifully and wonderfully messy when seen with an open heart. Sweet mercy, ain’t that grand……………