Blue Dawn

I go early to the shore to remember

the many reasons to fall in love

with the world again:

A sliver of gold erupts from the horizon,

where before was only steel and blue,

stones hum and the sea breathes,

swans trace a glittering path,

swallows’ staccato dance,

heron, still and waiting,

and I suddenly see

the spark in everything,

a chorus of flame

singing the many names of the sacred.

~Christine Valters Paintner

there are ways to shift….

inquiry for today~ and so you have another opportunity…..

for you……

Hope locates itself in the premises that we don’t know what will happen

and that in the spaciousness of uncertainty is room to act.

~Rebecca Solnit