The following poem-prayer was co-created from messages received at our community zoom ritual on March 27, 2020. We invite you to breathe into it with us.
Blessings to those who tend the web,
Connecting and listening,
We are one, we are one.
Blessings to those who tend the web,
I am held and am holding.
We are one, we are one.
Share your gifts, they are needed.
Create new thriving pathways:
Necessity is the mother of intimacies.
Prepare.
Death flowers:
From Rot comes Life.
From Life, Rot.
Compost what no longer serves you.
Blessings to those who tend the web,
Connecting and listening,
We are one, we are one.
Blessings to those who tend the web,
I am held and am holding.
We are one, we are one.
After great chaos, regeneration.
After great chaos, rebirth.
Birth grief, nourish grief,
Slow down and start again.
Love all things,
Love is Life.
Love is Sacred.
Put your hands in soil,
Connect.
Pets, wildlife, the natural world,
Connect.
Know, find, learn,
Connect.
Blessings to us who tend the web,
Connecting and listening,
We are one, we are one.
Blessings to us who tend the web,
We are held, we are holding.
We are one, we are one.
Be one with us,
Be one with us,
We are one, we are one.
No distance too great,
We are held, we are holding.
The time is now.
All will be well,
Connecting and listening,
All manner of things shall be well.
This is how the work gets done.
Changing, shifting,
Ever moving–
Connecting with mycelium,
Blessings to us who weave the web,
Connecting and listening,
We are one, we are one.
Blessings to us who weave the web,
I am held, we are holding.
We are one, we are one.
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