On the ninth of each month we have been called to hold space in our communities on life, death and transformation by ObservetheNinth.org. Today’s vigil will hold space for coping with all of the overwhelming changes that have crushed us this past year. May it bring you peace and comfort.
Poem: by Ginny Yurich From the trees I learned That growth isn’t orderly. Under the surface Roots thrust out in ways That are chaotic and untidy, But they produce the solid foundation For a lifetime of growth. From the chick, The butterfly and the frog, I learned that change is possible, Even the kind of change That renders us unrecognizable. And from the garden I learned That at the end of harvest When all looks bleak, even dead, There remains an undercurrent Of new possibilities. We can look a little deeper and find There are always things that thrive Even in the harshest of conditions.
