From the BlogMeet Ron


Dear friends,

Most of you on this email list may not have been directly exposed to the wars presently being waged on the planet. I mention this because while many of us wish us a happy new year we may not even conceive that a happy new year could be one free from the fear of bombing, or burning. 

Somber, perhaps.
But take a few moments to reflect on our relative good fortune, and try to feel the plight of those who are suffering today, just for a few minutes, even.

We can do this.
We can let our hearts be broken, and become stronger for the breaking. 

We can make a habit to meditate every day, if only for ten minutes, and especially if you are feeling like meditation isn’t doing much for you. (Just don’t listen to those voices).

And take the next four minutes or so of your day to meditatively read an excerpt from a book-length long poem, “Elegy in Love” by the late Muriel Rukeyser, who was celebrated for writing courageously about feminism, social justice and Judaism. 

This poem is from her book Elegies, published in 1949. She was a Jewish woman wrote wrote this just a few years after the War. She died in 1980.

Elegy in Joy [excerpt]

We tell beginnings: for the flesh and the answer,
or the look, the lake in the eye that knows,
for the despair that flows down in widest rivers,
cloud of home; and also the green tree of grace,
all in the leaf, in the love that gives us ourselves.

The word of nourishment passes through the women,
soldiers and orchards rooted in constellations,
white towers, eyes of children:
saying in time of war What shall we feed?
I cannot say the end.

Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings.
Not all things are blest, but the
seeds of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.

This moment, this seed, this wave of the sea, this look, this instant of love.
Years over wars and an imagining of peace. Or the expiation journey
toward peace which is many wishes flaming together,
fierce pure life, the many-living home.

Love that gives us ourselves, in the world known to all
new techniques for the healing of the wound,
and the unknown world. One life, or the faring stars.

Whenever I read this I tear up when I acknowledge the sentiment that while not all hings are blest, the seeds of things are.

“The blessing is in the seed.”
Let’s take this seed of meditation and compassion and nourish it every day. 

There is very powerful blessing in this seed.

Wishing you all a very happy new year.

Tom, Katina, Tutu and the kids

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