We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

9.6.20

Hello Earth #8


Hello Earth

Here I am again, sleepy after a day staying in out of the weather, writing and reading. Tomorrow I want to play with my Tarot cards. A friend posted some new spreads I want to try. 

Earth, you will be cold here tonight while I sleep — I hope not cold enough to wake me. I’ll call on the angels to watch over me and those I love. I’ll ask them to watch over you too, Earth, as I don’t think you’re very well at present. 

Leaning in, I seem to hear many voices raised in conflict, complaint, fury and despair. 

Listing gratitudes: I’m grateful that it has become evident world-wide that people of colour suffer justifiable fear on a daily basis — not grateful that this is so, but that the causes can no longer be ignored, glossed over or excused. 

Offering dreams, I plan that they become intentions. How shall intention become fact?

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