Myriad Ways

We are building something immense together that, though invisible and immaterial, is a structure, one we reside within—or, rather, many overlapping structures…Though there are individual voices and people who got there first, these are collective projects that matter not when one person says something but when a million integrate it into how they see and act in the world. . . The consequences of these transformations are perhaps most important where they are most subtle. They remake the world, and they do so mostly by the accretion of small gestures and statements and the embracing of new visions of what can be and should be.

Rebecca Solnit, Whose Story is This

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love,

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is doubt, faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

And, where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek:

To be consoled as to console,

To be understood as to understand,

To be loved as to love,

For it is in giving that we are pardoned;

And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life,

Amen

“Civilised life, you know, is based on a huge number of illusions in which we all collaborate willingly. The trouble is we forget after a while that they are illusions and we are deeply shocked when reality is torn down around us.”

― J.G. Ballard

SMILE!

Here is a new day

To be present

in each miraculous moment

and to create

peace and compassion

with every conscious

breath.