Maybe The Underdogs

"If the underdogs are strong and eventually they will 

inherit this earth we are trying so desperately to love, 

we are in good hands, I think."

We are the underdogs and we are strong...

we are in good hands with each other.

We know what goodness is and we will not accept anything less.

Every creature, every organism, every entity on this earth deserves respect.

"The gentle-strong will turn things upside down,

 and reshape progress, and decolonize, and center community,

and create beauty, and sustain repair."

I'm changing the tense to present.

We are turning things upside down,

reshaping progress, decolonizing,

 centering community, creating beauty and sustaining repair.  

And might I add, doing so under extremely complicated circumstances.

"The underdog will show us the way toward peace,

and in a reality that prides itself on the toxic and destructive.

that sounds like the dream we've all been waiting for."

If you haven't seen the story on the Peace Walk, please give it a look.

Search for Walk For Peace and you'll find it.

Goodness is thriving beneath the surface 

and sometimes, although not often enough,

it floats to the surface and show up through the noise.

We underdogs are praying, marching,  playing, writing,

 parenting, growing things, tending our home ground, 

speaking out, paying attention, taking care of ourselves 

and each other, doing our best at whatever comes our way

and believing, we're believing in goodness.

Namaste

 

I've Heard It Whispered

"and what and who in the slow and patient world doesn't know it already?"

It's happening all the time whether we're seeing it or not.

Things are changing constantly, without apology.

My pause happens at "slow and patient".

This I am not.  

How I wish I were.

When I notice myself rushing along

feeling pushed in different directions,

trying to be somewhere at a particular time

with obstacles in the way,

my breath shallow, my belly in knots, my heart anxious,

I reach fervently for this slow and patient one inside.

She remains a ghost, only barely detectable..,

"to be truly happy in your life you must daily

grieve the fact that nothing lasts,

then celebrate in gratitude that you are here,

and so meet everything you meet arrested by wonder."

Honestly, the fact that nothing lasts

gives me a distinct amount of relief 

where certain matters are concerned.

However, it is quickly submerged by

all that is excruciating to lose.

And the celebration begins,

and the gratitude hums on and on,

whether it be in mourning or rejoicing.

I believe 2026 has begun overwhelming us with goodness.

Namaste

 

2026 Will Be

"Instead of giant online empires, people will slowly build: 

studios, salons, sacred rooms, nature-coded spaces  and creative houses."

Doesn’t this seem fitting for our time?

Did it start with the pandemic, when we were shown

how quickly man-made structures can fail  

and how reliably the living world provides?

Has it been going on deep below the surface all along, in silent majesty?

Is it rooting its way into our lives, growing an unseen mycelial network,

sending out tendrils of much-needed medicine, quietly healing, one by one.

Isn’t this an amazing thought… to imagine into being?

"what really matters is the feeling. 

. . .A place to create.  A place to be held. 

A place to belong.

We’re in this together. 

We are making it happen.

Happy New Year.

Namaste

 

White Owl Flies

"maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light

wrapping itself around us--"

Such a tender thought...may be it so.

Or may it be an indigenous grandmother, dressed all in white

with a cape to wrap around your shoulders showing the way.

"let ourselves be carried, 

as through the translucence of mica,

to the river this is with the least dapple or shadow..."

It makes me happy to think of the river as a resting place for infinity.

I'm also good with becoming soil for growing and nourishing 

beautiful and bountiful organisms.

Namaste

 

How The Light Comes

Worthy of being read over and over and over again.

Each line worthy of contemplation.

"That it loves searching out what is hidden, what is lost,

what is forgotten, or in peril, or in pain."

This knocks the air out of me. It gives voice to my longing. 

Proving how true the next line is.

"That is has a fondness for the body, for finding its way toward flesh,

for tracing the edges of form, for shining forth through 

the eye, the hand, the heart."

I would add--and the belly.

"That it works its way into the deepest dark that enfolds you,

though it may seem long ages in coming or arrive in a 

shape you did not foresee."

I recall and ponder those moments when light arrived

in shapes I did not foresee and marvel in wonder.

When did light arrive in a shape you did not foresee?

This piece does not need my commentary...

it is a stand-alone symphony, a tuning fork to comfort and console.

Namaste

 

I Hope This Email

I hope you enjoy this litany of daily delights

we all can enjoy as we move through our time in this dimension.

"I hope your heart softens instead of hardens.

 I hope you come to believe this life is a gift, not a burden— 

and that you, too, are a gift, not a burden."

Dare I say, it takes courage and concentration to

keep your mind focused on this line of thinking

when things feel heavy and uncertain.

"And if [this email] doesn't [find you well]—

I hope it sits with you there,

gently, and refuses to let you go unseen."

We are not alone.

We're in this together.

Namaste

 

Be Your Own Love

"It's time to stop giving yourself away

and turn inward toward that burning hearth."

Visualizing this until I actually feel it is a worthwhile action.

Interesting that it took me from my chest to my belly

before circling toward my heart(h).

Nice play on words, wouldn’t you say?

It takes a minute for my heart to soften…

it’s heavily defended…

"Remember again that the truth can only

exist between you and your higher self,

she whom you met on the mountaintop in your mind."

Picture me recalling a moment this happened to me.

(There’s a book about it.)

It felt like a visitation. To think of it as my higher self

is a powerful reconstruction of a memory.

Christmas can be about presents and presence.

What if we become a present to ourselves?

What if we recognize each one of us is born holy

and worthy of celebration?

What if we recognize each one of us

can change the world for the better?