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― haruki murakami
Thursday, April 30, 2020
And once the storm is over,
― haruki murakami
Wednesday, April 29, 2020
This pandemic experience is a massive experiment in collective vulnerability.
This pandemic experience is a massive experiment in collective vulnerability. We can be our worst selves when we’re afraid, or our very best, bravest selves. In the context of fear and vulnerability, there is often very little in between because when we are uncertain and afraid our default is self-protection. We don’t have to be scary when we’re scared. Let’s choose awkward, brave, and kind. And let’s choose each other.
- Brene Brown
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about
learning to dance in the rain.
--Vivian Greene
Monday, April 27, 2020
Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation
“Writing and reading
decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of
life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the
exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about
ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing
with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being
squashed by it over and over again. It's like singing on a boat during a
terrible storm at sea. You can't stop the raging storm, but singing can change
the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.”
-Anne Lamott
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Saturday, April 25, 2020
Friday, April 24, 2020
Not all storms come to disrupt your life,
Not all storms come to disrupt your life, some come to
clear your path
--unknown.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Thank you
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Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Saturday, April 18, 2020
Thursday, April 16, 2020
Leaving Early
Leaving Early
By Leanne O’Sullivan
My Love,
tonight Fionnuala is your nurse.
You’ll hear her voice sing-song around the ward
lifting a wing at the shore of your darkness.
I heard that, in another life, she too journeyed
through a storm, a kind of curse, with the ocean
rising darkly around her, fierce with cold,
and no resting place, only the frozen
rocks that tore her feet, the light on her shoulders.
And no cure there but to wait it out.
If, while I’m gone, your fever comes down —
if the small, salt-laden shapes of her song
appear to you as a first glimmer of earth-light,
follow the sweet, hopeful voice of that landing.
She will keep you safe beneath her wing.
https://onbeing.org/programs/a-poem-in-gratitude-for-health-care-workers/
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Saturday, April 11, 2020
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Saturday, April 4, 2020
Friday, April 3, 2020
Thursday, April 2, 2020
Prayer for a Pandemic
Prayer for a Pandemic
May we who are merely inconvenienced remember those whose lives are at
stake.
May we who have no risk factors remember those most vulnerable.
May we who have the luxury of working from home remember those who must
choose between preserving their health or making their rent.
May we who have the flexibility to care for our children when their schools
close remember those who have no options.
May we who have to cancel our trips remember those that have no safe place
to go.
May we who are losing our margin money in the tumult of the economic market
remember those who have no margin at all.
May we who settle in for a quarantine at home remember those who have no
home.
As fear grips our county, let us choose love.
During this time when we cannot physically wrap our arms around each other,
Let us yet find ways to be the loving embrace of God to our neighbors.
Amen.
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Wednesday, April 1, 2020
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