Tenderness is calling
Such a beautiful word. To be tender.
To hold another or self softly, with the touch of innocent youth.
The touch of a gardener tending plants, an artist tending the canvas, a parent tending a child, a lover tending pleasure…
I look around and see a world screaming out for tenderness.
The Earth torn by humans under a story of civilisation. Humans so fragmented by systems that reduce, seduce, discriminate, objectify, nullify, void…tenderness lost.
Tenderness lost.
I look at my hands. Today, they will touch tenderly. I look into my heart. If faced with a choice, I will choose tenderness as the response.
There is a time for anger. Rage is raising the temperature of our home planet. People’s nerves are so flayed and raw. An innocent word becomes a flame.
There is much to be done to dignify all life. To honour every human, every creature, Earth.
Tenderness is calling.
June 12th 2020
Photo taken June 12th, 2020
