a blessing on the meals you cook
as democracy collapses
a blessing on your healing hands
that mend what empire breaks
a blessing on your quiet mornings
when you choose to rise again
a blessing on the stories you preserve
when others would erase them
a blessing on your vigilant heart
beating steady through the storm of cruelty
a blessing on the seeds you scatter
in neglected spaces
a blessing on your fierce protection
of all things small and wild
a blessing on the wisdom you gather
from elders and from earth
a blessing on your careful documentation
of what must not be lost
a blessing on your mutual aid networks
flowering in capitalism’s dank shadow
a blessing on your kitchen table strategies
where sly revolution simmers
a blessing on the wild songs you sing
when courage starts to falter
a blessing on your strategic joy
deployed against despair
a blessing on the future
being born in what you do
a blessing on the bridges you build
between wounded communities
a blessing on your sacred rage
that fuels the work of redemptive justice
a blessing on the hope you sustain
when vulgar bullies assault hope
a blessing on your children’s children
who will know what you defended
a blessing on the future
you dare to imagine now
– Rob Brezsny , Facebook, February 12, 2025
How much worse will it get?
I hardly have words for the rage. The fear. The bitter sadness. The grief of it all.
A book I read decades ago, When Corporations Rule the World (1995). A book written by David C. Korten, in which he shed light on the infracture and policies leading to now. Only now, it’s beyond corporations. We are witnessing the dismantling of the world with a penstroke, at the whim of a few inordinately wealthy, self-serving men.
And so when I don’t have words for the foreboding in my belly, a foreboding shared by many, I am grateful to those who do. I take solace inĀ others’ words that have echoed mine, blessing the future being born in what we each do, dare to imagine, and stand up for now.
Much love and kindest regards, dear friends. May it be a blessed Valentine’s Day.
A Wabi Sabi Life 