It is a serious thing
just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in this broken world.
The morning light peers across the horizon. The night has passed.
It is serious to be alive on this fresh morning.
Overnight, bombs have fallen. Overnight, children have wandered in search of their parents. Overnight, hunger continued to blanket a huge and ever growing swath of our world.
The broken is before us.
Can I help, can I help move toward a world that is safe and whole? To be whole and safe… can be done one person at a time, one neighborhood, one city. The only way to understand how this world became so fragile is to dive in.
Fresh and broken- a new day begins.
“Stories are all around us, caught in the throats of the strangers you walk past and scrawled on the pages of locked diaries. They’re in love letters that were never sent and between the lines of every conversation ever spoken. Just because your story’s not written down doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
Jodi Picoult and Samantha van Leer, Off the Page
Sticks in a bundle cannot be broken.
Bundled – a baby is wrapped securely creating a sense of safety, wheat is gathered and bound to be shared with all who are hungry, the wounded are firmly bandaged to bring comfort and healing.
When communities are bundled – people safely care for one another, people freely feed one another, people pray and listen and work until all are whole.
Could it happen? Does it happen?
(Art from Ascetic Experience)
When I began writing a blog I did not realize how many people I might meet along the way. As connections were made it became clear that my words and thoughts would be shared with people in places far from where I call home. The diversity of writers and images have inspired my writing and encouraged me to stretch.
Each of us write with certain people and situations in mind. During these months of unpacking and resettling in a new town and home, I have grown to appreciate the writers who have become a new type of community for me. They are as diverse as the world we live in, sharing their perspectives and thoughts many forms.
Below I share a poem written by one such writer. Millie has appeared on my blog before and probably will again. Her words are honest and creative. She speaks from her heart and stirs the hearts of her readers.
Thank you, Millie.
Moments with Millie (a link to her blog)
I spoke to the sun searching
For the warmth of a mother to hold
The fears to release me.
I cried to the earth
Looking for a father to comfort
The empty vessel inside.
I stared into the ocean
Hoping for the answers to secrets
The heart cannot subside.
I touched the ground
Caressing its holiness to give
The spirit inside certainty.
I smiled at myself
Knowing I am to allow
The wisdom of divinity.
I realized that by letting it out
I was finally free to be.
It had not been my intention to pick up a theme on this blog as I move toward the end of 2011, but it appears that the breezes of fall have drawn me to a place called “belonging”. The week has been complicated with politics and passion. There is a surge in this country–a surge of energy calling for action from a new type of community. The question is once again being asked, “who is my neighbor? and what I give up in order to make life better for someone else?”
It’s been a long time since such a large group of people discussed the concerns of the greater good. Our society has forged itself into the 21st century with one banner– “It’s all about ME.” People have stood defiantly alone with their “rights” – the ‘right’ to make profit, the right to claim privilege, the right to leave families unsupported as homes are repossessed and jobs drastically cut. This focus on self has thrown us dangerously off-balance. The OCCUPY Movement has highlighted the selfish stance which has so deeply affected this country – the whole world. The people gathering all over the country are meeting one another, again, for the first time. Stories are being shared and heard. Community has been created in this forum, a community energized to reclaim balance and move forward with a renewed sense of truth.
There is no one-way. Finding balance will not be neat and clean. At the core, this is about ‘being known’ – belonging to something larger than self. This is a time for people to find their place in the greater family and, with all sincere imperfection, contribute to the balance we so passionately seek.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clear blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.