The poet Mary Oliver says:
We shake with joy, we shake with grief.
What a time they have, these two
housed as they are in the same body.
I’m deeply grieving for our Earth’s wounds this morning, and I’m thrilled by autumn’s crisp glory. I just found out about horrible Indonesian jungle fires, and I just took another gorgeous bike ride along the Rio Grande and Sandia Mountains. Seriously, I feel shaken by both. How can my heart possibly handle these together? It’s too much to express… so I’m making art to try to be with it all.
Soon I’ll start sharing images from my latest work on the Resilience Project. Meanwhile, here’s a collage about the grief (thanks to National Geographic magazine and my scissors), and a photograph from my bike ride just yesterday.
God help us to stay alive to both the beauty and the grief.