“Spend thyself, have no fear for you are connected Root and twig To the deep earth and sky. Pour yourself out, hold nothing back for the spring from which you are drawn Has no final drop. Burn bright, conserve not your light for the sun of yourself Will shine after lesser stars Have fallen from the sky. Know that… Breathing, you triumph Feeling, you are God’s fingertip touching the earth Loving, you give life.” ~Jacob Nordby

Art by Andrea Galluzzo

A 64 year-old man in Istanbul decided to brighten the neighborhood by painting rainbow colors on some wide, gray, crumbling stairs. When municipal officials sent workers after nightfall to hurriedly repaint the steps gray, a quiet revolution started on Twitter. Not only did volunteers come out to repaint those stairs that Huseyin Cetinel had spent hundreds of dollars on, they painted other stairs and walkways in cities around Turkey, posting photos on social media. A Pandora’s Box of color had unwittingly been opened.

A 64 year-old man in Istanbul decided to brighten the neighborhood by painting rainbow colors on some wide, gray, crumbling stairs. When municipal officials sent workers after nightfall to hurriedly repaint the steps gray, a quiet revolution started on Twitter. Not only did volunteers come out to repaint those stairs that Huseyin Cetinel had spent hundreds of dollars on, they painted other stairs and walkways in cities around Turkey, posting photos on social media. A Pandora's Box of color had unwittingly been opened.

Love this! Occupy your community!!

Photo credit: Gürol Demirutku

Thanks to Good News Network for this story.

“We do not become healers. We came as healers. We are. Some of us are still catching up to what we are. We do not become storytellers. We came as carriers of the stories we and our ancestors actually lived. We are. Some of us are still catching up to what we are. We do not become artists. We came as artists. We are. Some of us are still catching up to what we are. We do not become writers.. dancers.. musicians.. helpers.. peacemakers. We came as such. We are. Some of us are still catching up to what we are. We do not learn to love in this sense. We came as Love. We are Love. Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are.” ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes