November 2, 2020

An awakening to new possibilities, a new start.
Time to emerge and take the first step.

A dear friend was meditating on the election and drew this card from Jane Brideson’s wonderful new oracle deck. First Shoots. 

“May it be so,” my friend said. Indeed there is great hope and possibility in this and we need a new start.

There is such polarization and anger. And we need a new start.

We need a new start across this nation but the first shoots must take root in us. In our families and friends and communities.

A friend in Ireland just sent a piece and the timing was perfect to include here. A House Called Tomorrow by Alberto Ríos. For indeed, the bad do not win, not finally, no matter how loud they are.

You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen—
You are a hundred wild centuries

And fifteen, bringing with you
In every breath and in every step

Everyone who has come before you,
All the yous that you have been,

The mothers of your mother,
The fathers of your father.

If someone in your family tree was trouble,
A hundred were not:

The bad do not win—not finally,
No matter how loud they are.

We simply would not be here
If that were so.

You are made, fundamentally, from the good.
With this knowledge, you never march alone.

You are the breaking news of the century.
You are the good who has come forward

Through it all, even if so many days
Feel otherwise. But think:

When you as a child learned to speak,
It’s not that you didn’t know words—

It’s that, from the centuries, you knew so many,
And it’s hard to choose the words that will be your own.

From those centuries we human beings bring with us
The simple solutions and songs,

The river bridges and star charts and song harmonies
All in service to a simple idea:

That we can make a house called tomorrow.
What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day,

Is ourselves. And that’s all we need
To start. That’s everything we require to keep going.

Look back only for as long as you must,
Then go forward into the history you will make.

Be good, then better. Write books. Cure disease.
Make us proud. Make yourself proud.

And those who came before you? When you hear thunder,
Hear it as their applause.

So we nurture those new shoots. And we listen for the thunder.

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com