Tender mercy...
I was prompted to share some words this morning. For some reason lately, the most inspiration has been coming when I am going to post a photo on social media.
Here is what I wrote:
Good morning and happy new year from our little acreage where we are currently tiny house living without running water or plumbing! (Privy life in very cold temps!)
My 6-year-old gave me these “golden beads” for Christmas, purchased at the local Salvation Army. Precious gold everybody. Precious gold!
Here’s to your own version of tending to this planet in 2023. Tending = tender mercy. A quality that we are sorely lacking, and deeply need.
Many thanks to the beings who tend to us as we struggle to come to an awareness or consciousness, because we fear that to do so would trigger more trauma than we are capable of facing.
Like Paul Klee’s monoprint, Angel of History, the catastrophes pile up one after the other … the wings are confronted with more than one generation can hope to confront.
After my folk opera is out, (and I offer it with all I am), there may be a very poetic, nuanced, very “in slant” work coming, that has to do with a kenosis found in a desert walk-about. It may hold a key to the surrender and the mercy needed to reconcile time.
In the meantime- give yourself a bit of this tender mercy… you may be carrying in your body… atrocities… that part of your own dna has performed, or experienced, or more than quite likely: both.
To quote a lyric from my upcoming folk opera:
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Why do we push it all down
Why do we judge and fear so
Why do we send it away
When we know it’ll only grow in the shadows
Look in the cracks
Look underneath
For every tear we don’t release
Raises the level of the sea
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As I say to my kids every night:
I love you heaps and heaps :)
And our dog Lucy Pevensie loves you too. xoxoxo
