Space from news. From hideous images. From ominous weather reports. From… Well, you hear me! So, I am declaring today to be Fierce Compassion Day, at least in my wee corner of the world.
For me, that looks like turning off the news. Homemade soup for dinner… assuming the power holds out. (And a donation to a community food bank.) Time to paint. To write. To re-set a sacred space with new intention.
It also looks like prayers for those trying to show up for themselves and the world. For you!
In fact, it feels like being Mama Bear, who showed up last night, bringing with her ancient words I very much needed.
She and I are sending warmth and sustenance and HOPE, even if you don’t feel it just now. Light a candle. Write the word on a magic index card and put it under your pillow. Tie a new Red Thread on your wrist. You do you… in your space and your way.
That’s how we claim the cour-age to go on!
ps… dreaming of next right things? I have room for one more determined soul hoping for a buddy on the road to the place where they feel called. Curious? Ask the calendar elves to hook you up with 45 min. on me.