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5/1/2020

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In This Moment, On This Day
I believe:
in the song and flight of birds
in the innate goodness of man
in the inherent generosity of woman
in the beauty of the sunrise
in the descent of the sun, and the rising of the moon
in my deep love and connection with the land
that each being has a purpose on this planet,
            a purpose interwoven with all other purposes
            to make the quilt of astonishing beauty
            and resilience that speaks who and what and why we are.

~ Krystala Kalil

I believe...
In the power of love
In the necessity of compassion

I believe we, as a country, have
Largely lost our connection to
Love and compassion

I believe that we have the power
If desired
To return to a normalcy of spirit

I believe it will be a long and challenging journey
For some

I believe each human has this capacity
But they don’t remember it

Somewhere, along this thing called life,
They allowed greed, hate selfishness to enter
Their sacred chamber.

~ Cathy Magni

I believe a Dreamer Dreamed. From that Dream poured stars and galaxies,

worlds of infinite possibility and the potential for life.

Life simple and small or grand and complex.

That which seeks only its next meal, and that which dreams its own Dreams.

~ J-D Engle

Creed

On a morning, sharp with winter, fresh with cold, I rise and walk on mesa paths,
red with longing-mine, red with loving-mine.
In slivers of air, here and there, smells of sage come and go. But their memory always lingers.
Bluejays dart through juniper without even a hello. But ravens stop and chat.
From the tops of topmost branches, they say: one day, you’ll understand our conversation.
And it maddens me. By which I mean, it gladdens me beyond belief. Or rather, into it.
For I do believe.
I believe in the trinity of piñon, sage and juniper.
I believe in the holy ghosts that live in yellow plains, drained of green but not of life.
I believe in lavas that bind mesas so they do not yield, not easily, not yet.
I believe in rocks that I know by name but that don’t know me, not now, not yet.
(One day, they will.)
I believe in birdsong that persists through winter and heartsong that keeps the land beating through droughts, rains, snows, love, loss, betrayal.
I believe in immenseness, space and a spirit I have found again, by another name,
in another guise.
I believe. Finally, I believe.

~ Shebana Coelho (Creed first appeared on the On Being Blog)

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