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Blessing - Blackrock Prayer Book

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 The world is too dangerous and too beautiful for anything but love. May your eyes be so blessed that you see God in everyone. Your ears, so you hear the cry of the poor. May your hands be so blessed that everything you touch is a sacrament. Your lips, so you speak nothing but the truth with love. May your feet be so blessed you run to those who need you. And may your heart be so opened, so set on fire, that your love, your love, changes everything. Amen

The Real Work - Wendell Berry

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 It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded spring is the one that sings.

Clearing - Martha Postlewaite

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Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose. Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there,  patiently, until the song that is your life falls into your own cupped hands and you recognize and greet it. Only then will you know how to give yourself to this world so worth of rescue.

We Travelers - Wendell Berry

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 We travelers, walking to the sun, can't see Ahead, but looking back the very light That blinded us shows us the way we came, Along which blessings now appear, risen As if from sightlessness to sight, and we, By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward That blessing light that yet to us is dark.

Resist - Loren Brante

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 In a time of hate, Love is an act of resistance. In a time of fear, Faith is an act of resistance.  In a time of misinformation,  Education is an act of resistance. In a time of poor leadership, Community is an act of resistance. In a time like this, Joy is an act of resistance. Resist. Resist. Resist.

Whether - Ram Dass

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 Whether this is the first day of the Apocalypse, or the first day of the Golden Age, the work remains the same: to love each other and ease as much suffering as possible.

Big Lesson - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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      Today it feels so simple- we are here to take care of each other. As if soil could forget it is here to feed the trees. As if trees could forget they are here to feed the soil. How could anything ever get in the way of generosity? How could we ever greet each other with any words besides, How can I help you? As if light could forget it is here to illuminate, And dark is here  to help us heal.