As I listen to the news, I wonder about the children of Syria who have only known fear; who were introduced to impermanence at a young age.
In contrast, I think of summer evenings in West Texas, playing creative versions of tag, with my brother and friends, doing cartwheels on the soft grass, and lying in that same soft grass looking at the star filled sky Texas. (There is truth in the song)
I hope you have similar memories of your own childhood and carefree play.
I am aware of the good fortune of being born at a time and place that has allowed me carefree play as a child and and an abundance of choices as an adult. I've never been hungry and without access to food. I've never been without water. This alone makes me privileged.
This weekend, I encourage you to reflect on your childhood joys, to take a break from your grown up life and play again. At the same time, I encourage you to send thoughts of love and peace to all who are suffering, the children, and those who love them.
I hope to see you at the studio.