Words reduce reality to something the human mind can grasp, which isn’t very much.
– Eckhart Tolle
This is a time for straying, for losing one’s way, for asking new questions. A sacred activism. A slowing down that knows enchantment is not in short supply.
Bayo Akomolafe
I was unfamiliar with David Solnit but now I know what an amazing man he is. You can Google him and learn the work he does.
My friend Jane Flint is part of this group The Lamentors. She says:
We are the Lamentors and we are associated with 1000 Grandmothers (elders)and with Extinction Rebellion, also known as XR (youth)
David made the contraption that anchors the puppet. Jane made the face out of paper mache so it would be light. Someone else made the hands.
These photos are from the ferry building in San Francisco. Each of us is a wave in the ocean and we each find our own way to say what we must say. Here’s a gathering of cohered waves.
I’ve been in Inverness. Yesterday I was at Abbott’s Lagoon with a low tide, so birds were abundant and otters were resting in their reeds.
Rilke in The Book of Hours translated by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows:
All becoming has needed me
My looking ripens things
and they come toward me, to meet and be met.
Rhythm pulses in me!
Usually I keep vases around the house filled with water and flowers, but lately I’ve kept one vase empty of flowers and partially filled with water.
A vase – water – space.
I’m entranced with the morning sky these days, the whole expanse and the parts. It’s a Rorsach test for my inner-outer mood, for the movement of breath in and out.
I arrived early for a medical appointment today which offered immersion in sky, earth, creek.
We live in a complex world grounded in our own ability to contact and magnify simplicity. Today on a clear day with no wind our power went off. Like that, a change in plans. My morning rituals which include the computer stop and twirl. I grab a bag and walk down to Good Earth for coffee and prepared food. On the way back, I pause and note the infrastructure that supports life here. I know we’re all aware of Lahaina and Maui and how quickly things can change. This morning was another call to notice what I often take for granted, and to give thanks to all the connections that support the richness of the life I live here.
I’m balancing on these words of Anne Lamott:
Peace is joy at rest, and joy is peace on its feet.
Hmmm!
I’m also with the word tear which can be interpreted as wetness from the eyes, or breaking something apart. Is there a place they meet like joy and peace?
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