Looking for home

We keep looking for a home though each of us is a home. And no matter where we run, we land before each other, thoroughly exposed. This is the purpose of gravity—to wear us down till we realize we are each other. Though we think we’re alone, we all meet here. Though we start out trying to climb over each other, we wind up asking to be held. It just takes some of us longer to land here than others. Once worn of our pretense, it’s hard to tolerate arrogance. Once humbled, it’s hard to withstand a litany of “me.” Once burning off the atmosphere of self-interest, there’s a tenderness that never goes away. This tenderness is the sonar by which we sense the interior of life. This tenderness is the impulse that frees us. For anything is possible when we let the heart be our skin. The point is to feel whatever comes our way, not conclude it out of its aliveness. The unnerving blessing about being alive is that it can change us forever. I keep discovering that everyone is lovable, magnificent, and flawed.

 


—Mark Nepo, from Things That Join the Sea and the Sky

Caregiving

Caregiving often calls us to lean into love we didn’t know possible.

I send this out tonight in gratitude for the caregivers among us, some visible to the eye and some who remain unseen and unknown. Through their hands our Love is extended in times when we cannot be present.

So many people have experienced this surrender of care, as we live in the time of invisible viruses. Throughout this country and around the world people are depending on the compassion and acute attention of caregivers. We remain separated yet those who attend to our loved ones are the bridge between us, the connection that binds us together.

May they know our respect and gratitude in this most unusual time — and always. May they be protected, while enveloped in the mist of this sickness. May we continue to find ways to honor their work in our thoughts and our deeds.


Quote: Tia Walker
Photo: Matheus Ferrero

from Gratefuness.org

Weep for the world

If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us all weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again.


Quote: Robbin Wall Kimmerer

This day

“…Show to me this day
amidst life’s dark streaks of wrong and suffering
the light that endures in every person.
Dispel the confusions that cling close to my soul
that I may see with eyes washed by your grace…
…that I may be well in my own soul
and part of the world’s healing
this day
that I may be well in my own soul
and part of the world’s healing
this day. (Wednesday Prayers from Celtic Benediction)

We close another day. May we sleep when we are covered by the blanket of stars and awaken to the rising sun, renewed and ready to meet the day. Tomorrow begins with deep concern and reaching for hope. Wherever we are- imagine how we are connected- in safety, in spirit. May we see one another and be part of the healing.

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Thank you, Martha Clark.

Photos: Dark Streaks
Rhode River, Edgewater MD