I am disturbed.
I am disturbed particularly when I read about children starving in the world. Or this morning when I read about children with special needs in Haiti and how an Irish woman was drawn to help them.
I think about that woman helping those children under terrible conditions with little resources and I remain disturbed.
I could send her money and I will, but it’s the nature of being disturbed that has me thinking.
Could we switch that off?
I know the answer.
You could switch it off, but you’ll never do another painting or write another word again. The two, the ability to be disturbed and the need to paint and write.
You can’t have one without the other.
Being human is a funny old business.
Instead of my usual link I’ll paste this.
Have an enlightened day.