we feed our hope

The eagles chatter away as they tend their nest.
The geese are now paired off. The females are so full with eggs they can barely walk.
Peepers are peeping.

Life goes on.

Let me just say I hope you are safe.I hope you have what you need.I hope you are finding peace in the midst of these challenging times.

Shakespeare, during the Black Plague, also wrote King Lear when quarantined.
Sir Isacc Newton claimed he did some of his best work during the pandemic of 1665 when he was sequestered at home.

May you find new inner resources and in your own way, thrive.

~Jonathon Foust

hard to create. necessary to create.

inquiry for today~ may you create possibility…….

for all the ones who witness

I stop in the middle of our conversation on the street and feel those around us working on themselves and their relationships, solving problems and imagining new ways of being. For a moment, as the sun comes through, I can sense the entire city at work on their worth, unlacing trouble, looking for peace, each trying in their own way to be kind and useful in the face of storm and time. I am stopped by the sound and glow of souls being hammered in the smithy of circumstance. I lift my face to the sun, thankful to be part of an unfinished humanity, everyone trying to find the love and keep the love, everyone working as a part in the unseeable Whole. All of us like a medieval guild working in the sun: this one repairing a wheel, that one cobbling a shoe, and another repairing the path, while someone over there is baking  bread. And the secret is revealed: we are never more alive than when working on the way.

~Mark Nepo

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