Live in the present.
Do the things that need to be done.
Do all the good you can each day.
The future will unfold.
In the midst of chaos there is a common cry… what can we do? Over the last few weeks an energy has stirred. An energy of shared inspiration and a vision for action. I am reminded of my college years when we were vocal about reducing nuclear arms – vocal and active. We knew the danger and we marched to make a difference.
Today we know so much more. We can get information anytime, anywhere. Scary things are surfacing. Things that we suspected back in the 80s but only now see their truth before us. While living through this unsettling change, seeds of distrust are being planted to separate us.
And so, what must we do to believe in one another and believe we can make a difference? Action is called for. In the public square and our neighborhoods. No answer will come to us with ease. As the work is demanding how do we gather energy and find Peace?
One idea- balance the hard work with kindness and acts of compassion.
‘Do all the good you can each day. For the future will unfold.’
I had gone back again to my little house and stood up on its roof and wanted to see a good end in all that and to find a good beginning in myself. And now, let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been…
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to his wife in The Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke: 1892-1910
When an animal, a rabbit, say, beds down in a protecting fencerow, the weight and warmth of his curled body leaves a mirroring mark upon the ground. The grasses often appear to have been woven into a birdlike nest, and perhaps were indeed caught and pulled around by the delicate claws as he turned in a circle before subsiding into rest. This soft bowl in the grasses, this body-formed evidence of hare, has a name, an obsolete but beautiful word: meuse. (Enticingly close to Muse, daughter of Memory, and source of inspiration.) Each of us leaves evidence on the earth that in various ways bears our form.