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October 22 2022 Work Party
Suffering. I wish I had the words for anything at all. Instead feelings pile up, crashing against the inside of my skin. I wonder if you see the quickening. I wonder if you know what I cannot name. Supplication. I want to be in a different world. A world that knows slow. A more beautiful world, a world where we are wrapped in the magic of stars. I want us to know discernment. I want us to be wise. Intercession. Names flow like water over stones. They float on downy wings, whispering protective incantations into the air we breathe. We come together and fall apart, the whole of us shifting,…
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October 8 2022 Work Party
A song for you. And something I am working on right now: “When things fall apart and we’re on the verge of we know not what, the test for each of us is to stay on that brink and not concretize. The spiritual journey is not about heaven and finally getting to a place that’s really swell. In fact, that way of looking at things is what keeps us miserable. Thinking that we can find some lasting pleasure and avoid pain is what in Buddhism is called samsara, a hopeless cycle that goes round and round endlessly and causes us to suffer greatly.” –Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice…
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September 25 2022 Work Party
We dug all the knotweed and pushed back the Himalayan blackberry regrowth. We identified a black locust tree, and once we knew, we saw them everywhere. We limbed up an English hawthorn and pulled up some reed canary grass. We connected, we learned, we grew, we stretched ourselves in all the best ways.
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September 1 2022 Work Party
We gathered at the peak of the mulch pile and learned who we were, rehearsing names until they lodged, like warm, polished stones, into hands and pockets and mouths and hearts. We talked of poop, bullfrogs, and poop again. We decided it wise not to run with clippers, pulled ivy with all our might, created survival rings around trees, plotted to return with saplings to grow the forest under our care. We worried over everything – the harm we do even as we care so very much and have the best of intentions to restore–the plants inadvertently clipped, the salamander tail severed, the bugs suddenly without home, the soil disturbed.…
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August 20 2022 Work Party
A song for you.
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August 13 2022 Work Party
Trailer, wheelbarrows, and root slayers. Canes pulled from ground and sky. Digging, cutting, sifting. Thorns drag across skin. Trees released. A clearing.
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August 6 2022 Work Party
The work goes on even when I am not there, all of you picking up the threads to weave them together into a beautiful whole, all on your own. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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Watering Our Baby
It has been hot, hot for people, hot for salmon, and hot for trees establishing their roots in new homes. I’m so glad you are with us, little Doug fir. It is such an honor to care for you through this blistering hot heat. I love you.
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July 25 2022 Work Party
It was a joy and delight to work alongside the Gloria Dei Lutheran youth group. Their curiosity, steadfastness, and eagerness both to learn and help was a balm in these sometimes troubled and troubling times. They reminded me of the goodness that exists everywhere, both within and without.
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July 16 Work Party
A low current of anxiety hums through at least half the days, sometimes even the days I go to one of our restoration sites to prepare for you. And then I see you. My heart grows a bit every time–when you arrive, two kids and dog in tow; when you walk across the parking lot toward me; when I find you sitting in the dirt, digging out the finest filaments of knotweed root; when you offer to sharpen our tools from the back of your truck; when you embrace the root slayer I offer; when you grow the circle we stand in; when you come for the first time; when…
