After the sweltering start to summer, the Devon drizzle-mizzle this week is a soft nudge to appreciate balance — and a reminder that navigating polarities tends to lead us to shifting ground, landing us a bit off-kilter.
As the emotional temperature of the world surges and storms, can we listen for the swell of love that rises alongside the anger? The two are rarely as far apart as they seem.
Rage and passion illuminate what we cherish and are called to protect. But protection can take many forms: a jar of summery preserves put up for winter; a fight for our human right to save seeds; or gathering to do what we can about the injustices in the world.
It takes collective courage to admit we don't have all the answers, to concede that inviting newness can be uncomfortable, to still do something anyway and put something good in the ground so more of us (humans and more than humans) can be nourished.
Perhaps our task is not only to tend the ground where we choose to stand, but listen out for what else (unexpected or new) is asking to grow, take space, and blossom.
