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I've been wanting to do a small act of of creative solidarity with Palestine (not sure what to do with all the feelings...)
So this next cosmic mission is an invitation to share and witness each other and a space to plant seeds of our shared humanity...
Cosmic Mission 6 - Prayers for Palestine
A space to uplift, mourn, reflect, and bear witness.
🇵🇸 Elevate the voices of Palestinian people, culture, and land at this time.
🫶 Witness each other by reading and responding from the heart.
You are invited to share:
• Prayers, poems, or images
• Your personal response to the ongoing genocide
• Palestinian voices through writing, art, or media
• Links to videos, audio, or podcasts that illuminate and inform
• Artworks, rituals, or written acts of solidarity and remembrance
It is my hope that every prayer, poem, story, or shared resource becomes part of a living archive, a constellation of voices standing for justice, peace and healing.
Thanks @romo7 for your guidance and support with this 5 replies
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I don’t know where to put my energy or my hurt. So I ask the land…
The land knows us, and wants to be known by us. There’s a part of me that doubts this, that wonders if it’s even okay for me to feel this as a white settler. But when the wattle blooms, I feel delight mirror back to me… the awakening gift of each blossom like a tiny sun, illuminating the sun within.
When the wattle blooms I know the sun within, and I know my light and my joy reflected are brighter than the fear and confusion, and so it is that I can stand and say what I believe.
And with that inner sun alight, I can whisper a prayer:
May we turn toward each other’s light.
May we come home, piece by piece… to ourselves, to each other, to the land.
May we see past our differences and honour the root of our shared ancestry: the earth.
We have a duty, to ourselves, our families, our communities, our ancestors, our descendants, and to the earth.
The world is waiting for your voice, your particular way of knowing and caring... 2 replies
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When I think of what is happening in Gaza now, or in Ukraine. Or in too many places in the world, I think of the words of a young girl. Words I once saw displayed on a wall of what is now a museum. But in another time, that place was a death camp.
I hope one day we will see peace.
I hope one day we will hear that approaching thunder
and act accordingly.
"I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness, I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too will end, that peace and tranquillity will return once more.” 1 reply
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