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Susan's avatar

My candle burns at both ends. I listen and watch, selectively, critically. I read. Books that help me understand where we've been before we got to where we are now, and where we are going if we stay on this road. I encourage others to listen and watch and read. And keep reading. I remind myself of Wendell Berry's Mad Farmer: "Be joyful, though you have considered all the facts."

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Thank you, Stephanie, for lighting a candle each day. I am honoring my grief by allowing it and creating a quiet space to feel what I feel, giving it the freedom to move through me rather than locking it inside through resistance. What follows in the quietness of my daily rituals is hope. All around me, both is my local community and the virtual ones, I see remnants of hope being gathered up...bits of petals, tiny seeds, a bit of root. As an herbalist and lover of the wild spaces, I know the healing power inherent in a seed or the tiniest bit of root. I am buoyed by my work, which will continue past my lifetime, but only if I begin it during these dark times. I believe with all my heart, it is the darkness of the womb, rather than the tomb. Each day, my small rituals, the ways I show up to this cup of tea, this salve to be prepared, this seed to be stratified through the frozen times for another season of growth...this is my sacred work. I am so thankful for the many others engaging in their daily, quiet work that seems too simple and subtle to be of significance. And yet the world hinges on this work. Blessed be. 🌿💚

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