I’m having one of those moments where I realize that the world we live in is weird and wonderful, and I’m just in awe of all of it. The things that seem like coincidences, and how you realize that so many of them were really world-changing events.

Butterfly wings . . . and hurricanes.

There is this overwhelming beauty in the world, and every one of us have the power to reach out and touch it. To bask in the love that is our birthright and light more candles from our own flame, because it doesn’t dim our own light one bit.

But the other side of the coin is the darkness. The blackness oozing from the wounds in the world right now, and the tendency of people to lash out at each other over anything – from political view to the fact that they don’t like your shoes.

That blackness is so hard to look at, but yet I still find myself sticking my fingers in it and rubbing it between them – analyzing it. Trying to figure out why there’s so much of it, and what we can do to reduce it.

The problem is that darkness is easy. Perpetuating the ooze is simple, and it makes you feel powerful for a minute, and so people let it have its way.

Rising above it is hard. Bringing light into the world feels so much more difficult, since sometimes it means staying quiet, or not stooping to vicious attacks against those you disagree with. It means lifting people up, and not feeling that nasty surge of power.

But the long-term rewards are so much greater. Go out, light as many flames as you can, ask your angels for help if you need to . . . but make a decision to put more light into the world. Because the only way we’re going to turn things around is by making an individual choice to be the better person and lift others up – even if we’re not on the same page.