No matter what, the trees sway

the roots go deep

beneath the snow and soil

they are one with earth and water 

quietly the seeds are being sown

We are not risking or resisting enough to end the genocide and the system that genocides.

Seeds embody purpose, hope, possibility, determination, potential, and the power of life.

What old energies do you want to clear to make space for something new?

What needs to die in me, in you, in us, so something new can be born?

What seeds would you like to plant to help build a new world?

A love note:

To all living beings—other than human and human

To our collective family

Our collective existence 

It’s a strange world we live in. Jarring. Disjointed. Full of natural beauty and moments of deep joy and love on one hand. And on the other hand, full of human-created, preventable, unnecessary catastrophe and horror. We can practice holding space for the joy and the pain.

These are her words:

“Whatever happens, we won’t leave

This is the land of our parents and grandparents

We are not leaving, we are not leaving

Steadfast, steadfast

And again, steadfast”

Every step, breath, heartbeat
For + toward
Truth
Justice
Accountability 
Reparations
Land back

Sometimes lingering grief can be a message, a reminder, a call to action…

A tree

With all the other trees

Connected to and through the global energetic root system and mycelium network

Through it we rebuild, rewire new patterns and pathways

With all others in alignment

Send Pure Energy, Source, Divine

This love

Like water

We ebb and flow

If it doesn’t hurt, isn’t scary, isn’t uncomfortable, if we’re not risking something or giving something up, then I/We are not doing enough. We each must start where we are, every day. “Do something that scares you every day.” For the good of the collective. Expand. Push beyond our comfort zones.

On the soft, silty bank of the cold mountain stream

Pre-dawn, bright gentle moonlight

Mountainside, near the forest edge

“The revolution lives outside your comfort zones.” – Devon Blow (@devthepineapple on Instagram)

Free Palestine, and liberation for all opressed peoples everywhere.

I lie awake at 2am.

It’s my husband’s 50th birthday today.

I love him so much yet it hurts to think of celebrating…

When it falls apart, remember to breathe. Sit still, if only for five minutes. Be there in that moment, which is the only moment that exists. Breathe and notice. Let whatever emotion is bubbling up to bubble up.

The Sun Never Says (a poem by Hafiz)

Even

After

All this time

The Sun never says to the earth,

“You owe

Me.” …

I made this little card to put on my desk to remind me of the choice I have every moment of every day. Thich Nhat Hanh reminds us that “Every one of us has a seed of forgetfulness and a seed of mindfulness inside…”