Because It Exists
To my eye, the worth of a human being arises in the same way as the worth of swallowtail butterflies, the worth of the budding orchid which hangs beside me as I write, the worth of the forest from which I speak: because it exists.
To my eye, the worth of a human being arises in the same way as the worth of swallowtail butterflies, the worth of the budding orchid which hangs beside me as I write, the worth of the forest from which I speak: because it exists.
Beloved friends, it's been a doozy of a week in the world. If you want to lean with me into the tough things, that's in the Resistance section, below. To begin with, though, some sustenance and inspiration.
Love is not weakness; it is infinite strength. Acting from love is acting from power.
"I miss my routine," she said, "And I can follow my longing to get back to it!"
I set myself to some handwork, making with the movement of my body a little scaffold for my thoughts and feelings to dance around.