Tears spill out around the corners of my eyes more than usual these days. And waves of sorrow rise and fall in my heart. Our whole world is hurting. And we are part of one another. We are all part of one living, breathing being called Earth.

Alice Walker says, "A writer's heart, a poet's heart, an artist's heart, a musician's heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world."

Everyone who loves the world is an artist, for love itself is an art. We are always finding out how to do it, one breath at a time.