A poem from my new favorite book Life Prayers.
This past weekend, my sisters and I went up to Roxbury Motel (A fabulous bed and breakfast offering spa services and most importantly pop culture theme rooms...ours was the Shagadelic suite). Our sole intention was to connect and practice self-healing and self-care. That means we hiked, we talked for hours, we cried (at times simultaneously, at times individually), we laughed, we cuddled, we drank tequila, we drank water, we cooked, we drank champagne, we read each other's tarot cards and angel cards. We loved, we accepted love. We experienced vulnerability (Thanks Brenne Brown and Standing in Our Power), we saw each other fully. WE ARE healing. During morning prayers/meditations at my ancestral table I opened the book to this poem and want to share it with you.
In our own generation
we tremble on the verge of Flood.
The air is full of poison.
The rain, the seas, are full of poison.
The Earth hides arsenals of poisonous fire,
seeds of light surcharged with fatal darkness.
The ice is melting,
the seas are rising,
the air is dark with smoke and rising heat.
Who speaks for the redwood and the rock, the lion and the
Who are our Noahs?
Who can teach us to be "Restful-ones"?
Where is our Ark?
Who can renew the Rainbow?
What must we do to reaffirm
the covenant between the Breath of Life
and all who live and breathe upon this planet?
P.s. I suspect, we; collectively and co-actively must renew the rainbow.