brain compost

A few truths about caring:
Caring hurts.
Caring is inconvenient.
Caring is–most times–thankless.
Caring changes things for the good.
Caring matters.
Caring is muy importante!

I went to the woods and a wise Leaf Owl stared penetratingly at my core and hooted, “Please care!”

So I was inconvenienced and sad while I picked up a giant stash of uncaring.
(Carrybag brought to me by the river and “WalMart. And thanks human!

Walking home I felt less sad.
Hmmm. Thinking about my woods and her creatures no longer attempting to eat or compost the naughty carelessmess.
I was also carrying this little poem-ishy thing:
Brain compost!

Thank you woods.
Thank you Leaf Owl.
Thank you trash.
Thank you humans visiting the woods.

Thank YOU for reading….but most of all, thank you for caring.

Take sweet care!
all my ❤
bjs

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the f’ing hard work of being human

After today’s old-story news, I’m up late, thinking and writing and thought I’d share a little. Thank you for gifting your gaze and presence here. I hope you feel my insomniac-acal love:

How we live and how we treat one another–especially those we disagree with or cannot relate to–is “the work” we must do and work HARD at to create the new world we believe in. It is fu*#ing HARD work, like this fern that embedded in the human-made stone step, finding/making a way to live/thrive within the system he sprouted upon… a Rock system seemingly designed to deter Fern.

Fern is not denying the rock: Fern is nestled and sustained by the rock that for a spell of time did not offer support or cracks for Fern to grow. But look at Fern now. Look at Rock. Hmmm.

There are so many cracks around us to thrive–so many opportunities for us to serve and love people who are suffering and hurting and fearful.

Some nights I cannot sleep because of my awareness of collective human pain and fear, and my heart wanting to love upon people and contribute somehow to healing.

Like tonight.

But for now, I say good night. I pray for our entire earth and our residents, our species, this country that I live in and love so specially. And tomorrow I will love on someone and find a way to reduce someone’s suffering–if only for a fleeting moment–because that is the only thing I can somewhat control–MY presence and MY actions.

nightynight dear one xo
bjs

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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

twinlight

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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