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Loss and longing connect us. We share the upwind. Overwhelm is a familiar place.

 

I have the option of response.

I give money to projects. I stop

Using plastics. Stop eating beef

Stop flying stop driving I blame

Myself. I panic.

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And then, I bring myself into the quiet.

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I climb into this moment,

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This Now.

 

I walk with nature. She holds the stories gently, folding emotional storms

 into her many layers.

 

 I don’t run. I watch from the edge of the crater.

I see that in grief, I am close to what is essential.

 

 

The tales we tell ourselves are given over to nature and they become translucent.

 

There is no resolve, only a brilliance of mystery 

and the stories that connect us.