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Wednesday of Hope – It Is Time for Healing

I know these are scary, uncertain,  hurtful times, but I really wish  people would stop talking about  what a trash fire the world is.  Our world is a wounded relative,  not a hopeless ruin,  and we’re called to help heal  the injuries we’ve inflicted  on our kin.

– Daniel Heath Justice, via Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

In 2008, the exhibit, “Cool Globes” at Chrissy Field in San Francisco, as art to heal the planet – to cool global warming. This globe was entitled “Take Action for the Environment.”

Wednesday of Hope – I Believe that People Are Good

It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart

– Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

Crew in hazmat suits cleaning up after oil spill

 

Gratefulness Is a Bridge

I wonder if gratefulness is the bridge from sorrow to joy, spanning the chasm of our anxious striving. Freed from the burden of unbridled desires, we can enjoy what we have, celebrate what we’ve attained, and appreciate the familiar. For if we can’t be happy now, we’ll likely not be happy when.

– Philip Gulley, Porch Talk

Perceiving Life with Reverence

If we perceived Life with reverence, we would stand in awe at the experience of physical Life and walk the Earth in a very deep sense of gratitude.

– Gary Zukav

Wednesday of Hope – Hope is not a Fairytale

 

Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.

― G.K. Chesterton

Breath as a Bridge

Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts. Whenever your mind becomes scattered, use your breath as the means to take hold of your mind again.

– Thich Nhat Hanh

Tarrying

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All this hurrying soon will be over. Only when we tarry do we touch the holy.
– Rainer Maria Rilke, In Praise of Mortality, translated and edited by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy