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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 – The Light Always Returns
There is a perfectly still moment right before dawn, when the sun gathers itself and then steps into the dark world and everything is so filled with light that any doubts from that long night are barely a memory. It is the way of all things that the night ends and the light returns. The light always returns.
– Brian Andreas, Story People
Finding a Joyous Field
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’ doesn’t make any sense.
– Rumi
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
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
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
