New Starting Point
by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer Today, I am fallen tree. I am deadwood. Surrender. I am don’t-try-to-rise. Today is a day to know what it is to fall, to be felled, to stay fallen. To say nothing. Today I am grateful for gravity that insists, Don’t try. I don’t try. I lose any certainty of where my body ends, where earth begins, lose myself in dark, loamy scent of disturbed and open dirt. There will be a day to rise, to stand, to grow new leaves that gather shine, to share. But today is a day to lie on the ground and lean into loss, say yes to confusion. to be torn apart, to listen, to know the only way to start again is from here. |
Breath & Tree of Life
by Terrance Hawkins Breath & Tree of Life, Hold us through every wave of grief, every rainstorm of sorrow, every wind of anger, and every moment of pain. Grant that we might somehow discover a tiny crease within the business to find deep rest. Grant that we might somehow discover a small opening within the sadness of this hour to find great laughter. Grant that we might somehow discover a crevice within the horrors of this pandemic to find unbelievable beauty. Grant that we might somehow discover a glitch in the matrix of this sorrow-inducing moment to find great joy! Return the wonder to our eyes. Return the song to our voices. Return the dancing our feet. Return the light to our hearts. Return the clarity to our vision. Return the joy to our souls. Return the smiles to our faces. Return the peace to our minds. Return the strength to our bodies. Return the purpose to our living. Amen. Asé. So be it. |