The Eve of the Election

 I took this photo this past summer in California. It is a fallen tree burned in a wildfire with new growth sprouting and thriving in and around the dark depths of its death.

It is the eve of the election, and I am sitting in silence, vowing to practice the important act of accepting the reality of the moment—just accepting it as what the universe needs for its evolution. I have faith in the co-creation with the Divine. I have faith that this is what we need even if the outcome of the election is dark and bleak. There is light even in the darkest, most dense shadows.