great work of our time

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love is everywhere (photo of tiny heart we found concrete path outside my son’s school)

“The Great Work of our time is to carry out the transition from the current period where humans are a destructive presence on the Earth, to one where the human presence is mutually beneficial to the planet and the entire community of life—a mutually enhancing human/earth relationship. To do this we need to undergo, at both an individual and collective level, a fundamental transformation – a virtual reinvention of what we consider the role of human beings to be. ” ~Thomas Berry

❤ becky

mountain of hope

mlk-hope-beckyjaine2016With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope … —Martin Luther King, Jr.

dear hearts,

On this Dr. Martin Luther King’s day I have a gift for anyone who would like to receive it. I thought about things I have made in the last year and perhaps this creation could somehow be in service towards Dr. King’s vision for all of us truly living together as brothers and sisters.
If you are perplexed, exhausted or stressed out by the inequity and injustice that our world’s current monetary system is propagating, perhaps you would enjoy hearing from the thought leaders lovingly curated and shared in this collection.
Last year I created a web site intending to deepen our relationship with our gifts –energy, time, attention, things and money– and our connection to our world. This series offers material from my 7-year-long investigation into my gifts and expression of them, and ultimately offers many of the thought leaders that contributed to healing my own painful relationship with money. I originally created this site as a gift for a beautiful group of friends all over our world, who believe–as I do–those of us alive right now are part of writing our Earth’s New Story.
It’s called the Gift Ecology Circle and offers a go-at-your-own-pace curriculum of essays, interviews, videos and journaling/homework assignments intending an understanding of the spectrum of Gift Economy or Ecology: Ideas and muse to get us thinking more imaginatively about our economy and the way we use our personal human currency (aka energy), and using money and energy as an expression of connection and love, and not transaction.
If–as you are experiencing the content–you would like to share your thoughts or ideas with me, I’d love to hear them! If there are a few of us, we can find a way for private sharing to connect us.
Thank you for being alive at this most energized time in human history. I<3 you.
 Happy Birthday to one of my greatest teachers, Dr. King.
with all my heart,
Becky

honoring the darkness

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dear ones, I want to honor the darkness today, this first day of 2017–the darkness that makes lifelight so bright. Ten years ago today we lost our twins. It was devastating. But these two little souls that were complete within me for only such a short time, were not meant to become lives that I wished and wanted, instead they came to give me an incredible gift: a blessing of life wisdom that I could only know by living through the loss my pregnancy.

We lost them on New Year’s Day–the holiday I love the most… the day so many of us celebrate collective optimism and hope, we are all rooting for our lives and each other with greater passion and possibility. The twins left me on my favorite day of the year, challenging most everything I believed about hope.

It was an experience that brought me literally to my knees. (Perhaps it is the times upon our knees that are the most significant to who we become?!)

I am sharing this with you, wishing not to cause you any pain, but because I want to honor these little souls on their 10-year anniversary and thank them for their brief stay with me. And because I want to honor the darknesses –the losses and pain–that you live with, too.

While they didn’t become children, they were something. Light. Energy. Love. Presense. Tiny miraculous gifts. Their being–and their ending– gifted me great lessons that I will carry with me as a torch in my darkness, for the rest of my life… these:

There are times in life when there are no words that can be said to reduce a person’s pain. There are times where the only thing that can be done is sacred listening, being present for someone when they grieve or carry great burden and pain is the greatest gift of friendship. No one could fix my loss. Not even the later joyful miracle of my son. It was a painful loss that happened and still, I carry their memory with me, with great love and gratitude.

They taught me to be a mindful guardian of the times when I should not say anything, but simply and deeply listen. They taught me there will be many times in life when I will not–and should not–find words to attempt to make things better for someone who is hurting… and that allowing space for not knowing what to say… space in silence… and hand holding… and hugging … and listening these are the most powerful love medicine of all.

These shimmers of light that the twins–those beautiful little beginnings… beings and endings–gave to me, helped me to take back my power of how I get to choose what I believe about this miraculous and painful world.

I honor you dear ones, and all our losses and pain. I am so sorry for the suffering us humans endure in this life… and I am grateful for it too, and to loss–my darkness–as it makes me carry a bright light with greater courage, to even share this pain –these trembling words–with you. We are not alone. Life longs to be with life, and I am here if ever you want to talk and just be heard.

I am rooting for you this 2017, and praying for our collective joy and transmutation of our suffering.

I wish all of us blessings and courage as we welcome this new year, with all its possibilities. I honor the darkness that makes the light much brighter.

with all my ❤
becky

musical joy of the season

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(thank you to my lovely cousin Pips, for the JOY!)

dear ones,

I wish you a beautiful winter solstice (and summer for tother side of our world), a very Happy Christmas, and beautiful blessings upon these final days of 2016. i want to honor everything you carry in and on your heart right now. gentle hugs to you.

this past year i tried really hard to embrace more of my (perfect) imperfections, and attempted to run with them, not FROM them. the older i get, the more courage i find to truly give who I am to my friends and family.

life is fleeting and imperfect. the more i show up authentically, real, honest, and imperfect the more in tune i am with my heart, gifts and self love and compassion–and funny, but the more JOY i feel. so grateful.

so in the spirit of perfect imperfection, 😉 here’s a little gift from my heart to yours, two songs of the season.

thank you to my friend Cindy Bizzell for her beautiful accompaniment on piano for both songs.

O Holy Night

O Holy Night is one of my most favorite Christmas carols. the music was written in 1847 by Adolphe Adam using a French poem by Placide Cappeau. below is my favorite stanza that makes me daydream about what it might have been like to physically walk beside Jesus. ❤

Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother;
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name.

and….

Under the Holly Bough

Cindy introduced me to this lovely contemporary piece, music composed by Scott Henderson set to a poem by Charles Mackay, 1851.

from my imperfect heart to yours… sending you my love,
❤ becky

what am i willing to die for?

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When I think about the water protectors and the sacred work they are doing to protect the land and river and our future humans, I am inspired yet simultaneously perplexed by their willingness to die for this cause. These incredible humans are willing to be present in body, mind and spirit in prayer and peace knowing well they may be harmed by rubber bullets, concussion granades and other various human-made intentional suffering devices. They are willing to face arrest and to be crated in dog cages, to suffer and potentially die at the hands of a system and–let me remind myself–at the hands of OTHER HUMANS: A system and humans that not only devalues, disrespects and disregards their beliefs and basic needs, but intentionally inflicts horrific suffering upon them, to try to stop them.

The now thousands of mostly peaceful people in North Dakota–men, women, and children–these humans are prepared to die to stop the rape, monetization and exploitation of Mother Earth, willing to let their lives end in the name of ending the DAPL and our collective addiction to oil.

(I find it funny but not ironic that wordpress and facebook thinks monetization is misspelled, but at least it suggests “demonetization”… that is something!)

I am so grateful for their known suffering and–coincidental intentional prayerful–optimism. (I pray for the suffering to stop.) I honor our brothers and sisters in North Dakota–and all around the world–us humans who are done with the old story. Those of us who are willing to go with less of our physical desires met. I honor this complicated time we are living between stories; old story of greed and take and oppression and separateness, and the possibility of new story of sharing, giving and celebrating each other for all our unique expressions of humanity, and unity.

I don’t have answers but I am willing to go with much less (and endure intentional suffering) so my grandchildren can have enough.

I am ready to use human intention and creativity to bring in the NEW story. I want to serve (and listen, learn and love) however I can.

The Water Protectors’ tenacity, courage and conviction leads me to ask myself–and perhaps you too–: What am I willing to die for? What do I believe in so much that I would risk making my children motherless?

Perhaps until I can fully answer these questions, I am not truly living or fully alive?!

 

just thinking and questioning with you. with all my ❤
becky