give me your hand


God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand

~ Rilke
(translated by Joanna Macy)

my ❤ becky


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Hello Dear Ones,

I’ve been thinking–more like feeling, really–so much about the courage it takes to be human… each day: Feeling and honoring the power each of us possesses to choose the beliefs and focuses of our heart, mind and hands.

human being
Ever seeking.
Ever expanding.
Ever exploring.
Ever aging.
Ever becoming.
Finite yet gifted
with infinite possibilities.

Sending you my love and gratitude for miraculous ways you –and all of us humans– enrich this worldly human experience.

❤ becky

prayer for nows

prayer for now

The hope for the future of all life upon earth lies with us humans. (Yes, us. You and I.)

Should we choose to use our human energy and attention
–now and every now to come–
in self-love, not selfish,
with love for all life,
using our nows with intention,
listening to people we would rather not,
in guardianship, conscious utilization and reactivation of earth’s resources and finite gifts:
Our collective next-nows will hold the potential to create a more beautiful future for humanity, and for all our earth.

(Let me be most mindful of the significance of the power of creativity and my “nows,” and trust the tomorrows shall take care of themselves.)

I have much work–and many nows–to do. I hope.

all my love (dedication and prayers) for us all, becky

witness (a poem of reconcile)

witness beckyjaine 2015


a little boy–feeling alone–
surrounded by 24 kindermates coupled with their mothers, touching.
he buries his head beneath his own arms upon his school desk…

a mother overcome
–cancer and chemotherapy–
gasps, realizes
I was supposed to be….

a witness walks out of school,
releases pressure contained pain through eruption of tears,
–walks to her car–
carrying thoughts and heart for
a boy, a mother, the perhaps
future memories unmade…

p  a  i  n   i  n  t  e  r  r  u  p  t

a man–in center of his universe–in parking lot
proselytizing out loud–AND LOUD–bellowing,
championing to the trees and sky:
Science can explain it.
Science explains the cosmos, but God
God made it!
God is behind it all.
You see a shooting star streak across the sky
–Science tells us how–
but that is Jesus!
It is a miracle.
We are a miracle!

witness listens as she stumbles into car,
moving in slow motion, in awe of parking lot preacher.

shuts the door, she thinks,
we are darkness. we are light.
we are glory. we have power.
we are pain and we are bliss.
we are stars. we are god.
we can feel.

there is nothing to fix.
everything is as it is.

(shared here as a prayer for comfort and love, becky jaine)

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