We are cramming into living rooms and meeting in church basements to talk about ideas. You say housing is a human right, right? Well, here’s what we’re going to do about it. We are imagining and making plans. We are challenging ourselves – actually trying to do what we’ve always thought should be done. And there is so much work to do. So. Much. Work. But it’s the kind of work that invigorates – that you don’t really know how to do, but when you realize no one else is going to do for you, you try, and you learn, and one day you wake up and you are doing it, and somehow this is your life. I hope. We’ll see, because I am still so young (but almost 25!) and so at the beginning of all things.
Here is a thing I fought against because it felt like a tired metaphor. But then I printed it and hung it on the wall of my creative nook a few months ago because even tired metaphors can still be true. Here’s to pushing off into the middle and celebrating this year. Amen.
There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water. See who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all, ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
– a Hopi Elder Prayer