The tidal wave of collective change that must emerge in our world

Tomorrow is a new day. That’s all I have to say this evening.

Eggs of potential

Yesterday, at the gem (and art) show, I saw many eggs . . . beautiful art eggs, gem eggs, beaded eggs. Eggs as symbols of possibility, nourishment, spring.

There is nothing else to do tonight but surrender.

And then, later, I ran into news stories of horror, things I didn’t know . . . a vast tragedy of the past, and then a projected environmental catastrophe-trauma-tragedy for the (not very far off) future.

Devastating.

Heart breaking.

Too much for one human heart to hold.

All day, I said no words about these stories. Now words could contain them. Edgy all day. And then tonight, I read more, terrible things in politics. Beyond imagination.

There is nothing else to do tonight but surrender.

Stop, rest, pray, surrender to this single moment.

It’s all too much for one human heart to hold.

All the art eggs I saw yesterday, they were together. Many eggs. Many potential possibilities. No egg was alone. Our human hearts cannot hold these stories of sorrow and grief-beyond-imagining (about what has happened in our world, and what is ahead of us if humanity does not course-correct) all alone. One egg, many eggs. Many hearts.

. . . many hearts together holding these stories, this environmental grief, and also this vision and energy and the collective power to midwife in the tidal wave of change that must emerge in our world if our beloved animals and plants, who are (in the words of Joanna Macy) “our kin. The beautiful great animals, and the little ones, and even the insects…” If they (and we and our decedents) are to live and flourish into the future.

Much danger. Much harm already done. And such heart-breaking beauty in our world.

One human heart cannot hold it all. Many hearts are holding. Many eggs of potential. Much danger. Much harm already done. And also always much great beauty, all around us, such heart-breaking beauty in our world.

I have no words this evening. No words. Just surrender to this moment.

That’s all I have to say today.

One heart, quiet.

Waiting. (Tomorrow is a new day.)

And Dreaming.

Egg.

🙏