Snow crystals on a trembling leaf, along the river where we talked at the tip of Spring; fresh air, moist lavender sky--the silence following a blessed rain that came, bringing us to beauty; a tiny wild flower under the shadows of a moss-covered log; as if to say, I am the first smile, the new beginning of heaven.
I often wonder what it would be like if we dared to love this life -- the fragile and the vulnerable, the endangered, daring to be humble before the magnitude of our beginnings, daring to learn our species into a stubborn and pliant wonder, until reverence shines in all that we do -- until we live an economics of reverence -- until it permeates education, development and health care, homes and relationship, arts and agriculture -- a reverence for life, for planetary, social and personal wholeness. This is our purpose now. May we do it well, with thoroughness and love.
~ from THROUGH THE MOONS OF AUGUST by Carolyn McDade
