Each new green shoot,
each new burst of color,
each new sweet smell,
fills me with gratitude
that, during this time
of quarantine, spring
marches on, putting
on her magnificent show.
Each new green shoot,
each new burst of color,
each new sweet smell,
fills me with gratitude
that, during this time
of quarantine, spring
marches on, putting
on her magnificent show.
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One woman’s vision
to bring meaning to lives
is how it all began.
Supported by husband and friends,
her dream became a reality,
and Chrysalis was born.
New leaders brought
fresh blood and energy,
added color and texture,
enlarged the vision,
enriched the programs,
and hired new talent.
25 years later, thanks to you,
the threads of one woman’s dream
have been woven into
a vibrant community
with a new home, new name,
and an expanded mission.
Because of you,
people thirsting
for meaning and purpose,
are given tools for the journey,
participate in programs that
inspire curiosity and awaken the spirit.
Because of you,
mindfulness and compassion
are spreading across a hungry city,
and seeds of hope and healing
are sprouting and spreading,
slowly but steadily changing an anxious world.
Tonight we lift these candles
to celebrate the past,
appreciate the present,
and make wishes for the future,
on this, our Rebirth Day.
Written in 2019 in honor of the 25th anniversary of Chrysalis, now the Innerwork Center. It was created and founded by Nancy Bost Millner.
The silence. The stillness.
The solidness
of ancient boulders.
The cold raw air.
Mountain after mountain
like gentle waves
rolling in.
A mind cleared
and a soul stirred.
Oh! The breathtaking
beauty of it all.
May we here today
save it for the
generations to come.
Before a curve in the path
this morning, I turned
and looked
and saw only beauty.
A good way to
start the day.
Sun shining on golden leaves,
Frost on the ground,
Four geese flying over,
A frosty bite in the air.
In this moment, in this space,
All is well with the world.
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I sit on a wooden bench
at water’s edge, face lifting,
sun warming, Luna exploring,
pond shrinking, drought continuing.
Noticing new growth now exposed
to the light, sounds coming and
fading, the humming of a machine,
loud roaring of an unmuffled car,
Luna panting, twigs snapping,
dragon fly buzzing.
I sit in stillness and
feel a rush of gratitude
for this place, this moment,
this body, this bench, this dog.
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Waves go in, waves go out,
Sea gulls fly over,
Clouds heap up like meringue,
Children laugh and adults smile.
Luna sniffs her way along water’s edge,
Timid at first, then a bit braver.
So many new sights and smells,
So much gratitude for what this world offers.
And yet somewhere, someone
Is thinking about shooting innocents
to satisfy a growing loneliness,
a burning hatred of all who differ.
Leaders across the globe heap blame,
never taking accountability for what
their ugly words might awaken
in the dark depth of their followers.
And yet, a woman sees a flyer in Starbucks
That inspires her to give
A kidney to a stranger.
Waves go in, waves go out.
Waves go in, waves go out.
This is not the world I wanted
for my offspring,
my grandchildren.
A world where mass
shootings have become the norm and
hatred is spewed
by tweets on a
daily basis.
Where are the leaders whose choices
are not ruled by
money, hubris?
Please step forward.
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A wounded tree on the bank’s edge
leans precariously,
seems ready to fall.
Slowly it stretches its roots
across the creek
and hugs another tree.
The bridge between the two
seemed impossible at first,
but those two trees
could teach us a thing or two.
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The question now is not how do
we want to die,
it is how do
we want to live.
Do we hold on to life’s regrets,
cling to grudges,
or welcome all
and cultivate
“don’t know” minds, bring our whole selves, find
places of rest,
see what’s sacred,
die into life.
Inspired by Five Invitations by Frank Ostaseki and my 70+ Group of Wise Women
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