“Bless the poets, the workers for justice, the dancers of ceremony, the singers of heartache, the visionaries, all makers and carriers of fresh meaning—We will all make it through, despite politics and wars, despite failures and misunderstandings. There is only love.”― Joy Harjo, Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems
May you be a poet, a worker, a dancer, a singer, a visionary, a maker of your world, spilling over into the whole.
Beyond circumstances, above the daily grind, to a higher plane, a broader place, a thin space.
Discover the same anew, a flame relit creating fresh meaning, thresholds into beginnings.
Listen deeper, look longer, let the quiet speak.
Roots and flight.
Grace and gravity.
“All the natural movements of the soul are controlled by laws analogous to those of physical gravity. Grace is the only exception. Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void. The imagination is continually at work filling up all the fissures through which grace might pass.”― Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace