Let this bread, this morning, be their own ceremony.
When the lead mouth of fear clamps onto mine
and blasts her wind of rope and iron filings into me,
let my breath be forgiveness returned for her black sadness.
Let poems be cups of praying
made for holding silence.
Let this bread, this morning, be their own ceremony.
When the lead mouth of fear clamps onto mine
and blasts her wind of rope and iron filings into me,
let my breath be forgiveness returned for her black sadness.
Let poems be cups of praying
made for holding silence.
peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces
of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth
across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies.
One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story …”
- excerpt, Richard Blanco, One Today
peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces
of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth
across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies.
One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story …”
- excerpt, Richard Blanco, One Today
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Stand up and stay strong, friends!
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Stand up and stay strong, friends!
— John Pavlovitz, The Beautiful Mess, May 28, 2025
— John Pavlovitz, The Beautiful Mess, May 28, 2025
- Audre Lorde
- Audre Lorde
— Rebecca Solnit
— Rebecca Solnit
— Phoenix Birch
— Phoenix Birch
Stand up and talk back.
— Jess Piper
Stand up and talk back.
— Jess Piper
- Arthur Ashe
- Arthur Ashe
that I am waiting for
"a great and common tenderness,"
that I still believe
we are capable of attention,
that anyone who notices the world
must want to save it.
- excerpt from Rebecca Baggett: "Testimony"
Happy Earth Day, 2025
that I am waiting for
"a great and common tenderness,"
that I still believe
we are capable of attention,
that anyone who notices the world
must want to save it.
- excerpt from Rebecca Baggett: "Testimony"
Happy Earth Day, 2025
that we can all get along,
then we won’t.
If we can’t recognize how lucky we are,
we won’t be.”
— excerpt from Blue Marble, poem by Victor Campbell Myers
that we can all get along,
then we won’t.
If we can’t recognize how lucky we are,
we won’t be.”
— excerpt from Blue Marble, poem by Victor Campbell Myers
recognizing the dance between diversity and unity, action and restraint.
The Scales of Nature will always seek equilibrium A feather can tip the balance.
- excerpt from Terry Tempest Williams, a Meditation on Phelps Lake
recognizing the dance between diversity and unity, action and restraint.
The Scales of Nature will always seek equilibrium A feather can tip the balance.
- excerpt from Terry Tempest Williams, a Meditation on Phelps Lake
And the past full of regret
Where can you take refuge except the present?
When maelstroms of tormenting thoughts
push back the barricades of your sanity
The present is the calm centre where you can rest.
- excerpt from “The Only Place, Steve Taylor
And the past full of regret
Where can you take refuge except the present?
When maelstroms of tormenting thoughts
push back the barricades of your sanity
The present is the calm centre where you can rest.
- excerpt from “The Only Place, Steve Taylor
Hope is not a triumphal march toward some brighter,
bloodless field. Neither is it lighting a candle
or cursing the darkness or calling the glass half full.
It is this half-empty tumbler turning cartwheels
above the chasm. - excerpt from Richard Schiffman, Hope
Hope is not a triumphal march toward some brighter,
bloodless field. Neither is it lighting a candle
or cursing the darkness or calling the glass half full.
It is this half-empty tumbler turning cartwheels
above the chasm. - excerpt from Richard Schiffman, Hope