The weather and relative global storms equal a human’s peace on constant alarm. Perhaps it’s Earth’s natural and reciprocal charm?

Have we treated Mother Earth well? No. Her reflective storms brewing is a direct show.

The weather is degreed by the people. What’s our tenement today? Fire’s reign on the Western seaboard; the sunshine has gone away. The skies are orange and thickly filled with ash gray. Our collective weather worsens as our societal storms do play.

The two are co-sponsoring the look of today. The storm patterns appear to be here to stay. At least for a while, if we don’t change our convenient life’s way; slow down on convenient consumptions, mask-up, and earnestly pray.

The ill of our day is already airborne. The weather of society is sick with alarm; actively engaged in a 2020 storm. What’s the price of today’s peace? A leg, a life, and/or an arm. What happened to yesterday’s compassion, growth, and charm?

Here’s an idea! Let’s use two legs, two arms, and all of our digits — to go to the poll for humanity’s soul. Unity. Please feel it.

Our lives will improve if we can collectively correct and weather these storms,

I’m Qui

Good morning to thee, let love and unity thwart pending harm.

With the proper formula, we can weather any storm:

Compassion + Mindful Actions =