Clearing

Channels run deep within us, channels as delicate as gently bubbling streams and as powerful as rivers that fiercely tear into the bedrock of the earth over which they flow. Through these channels flow the aspirations that drive us to seek a better world, not just for ourselves but for future generations. Some call these channels conscience or morality or decency or humanity or…a thousand other names. I do not know what they are. I know only that they exist, even though in some of us they are clogged with doubt and grief and hatred and selfish narcissism. Shovels, in whatever form, can clear those congested paths.