Wage peace with your breath
Breathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings and locks of red wing blackbirds
Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields
Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees
Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact
Wage peace with your listening:
hearing sirens, pray loud
Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers
Play music; memorize the words for thank you in three languages
Learn to knit, and make a hat
Think of chaos as dancing rasperries, imagine grief as the out breath of beauty or the gesture of fish
Swim for the other side
Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious:
Have a cup of tea and rejoince
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Celebrate Today.– Judyth Hill
Found the above gem of a poem, so beautiful from this site… Such serendipity at times of ashes, soot and greys. So many beautiful people holding light, to support and save each other, especially at times like this. Did not know of this poet, Judyth Hill, but now she’s got a fan in me. I love crafters of magical words that resonates … In spite of all the bad news, the haters, the narcissists, the diseased – we are going to get through this as works like this give me hope.
There are so many good people with humanity doing so much good work – they just don’t go around shouting and bragging, those humble people doing the work unrecognized or not – as recognition and credit taking, power trip, is not what they are after.