I don't know what awaits me on the other side of this stage I don't know what a diploma means or if I will read these books again I don't know how I will use this degree or how to recover or find lost time I don't know how I arrived here or just where I am going β I do know that I am unfolding and learning to root in my core to know God in my body and bones and affirm that every body is sacred to create rituals in community and heal grief by being a little less alone to seek the deep wisdom in all traditions and remember the names of my ancestors to dig up the noxious roots of white supremacy and pollinate new ways of being and seeing to walk labyrinths and pray in quiet and walk crowded streets and pray enraged to seek and practice spells of liberation and joy like twin oak trees with roots intertwined to trust the presence of Divine mystery and walk in the path of way opening to sing truth in poetry and bluegrass music and sit and listen and let the Spirit move to be and breathe and let love teach the long way
Hello, friends! Graduation is one of the few rituals to mark milestones in adult life. The literal pomp and circumstance can feel formal and awkward. And yet it reminds me that a physical ritual (the moving of the tassel, for silly example?) to mark thresholds can be cathartic and life-giving. I hope we can create ways to mark the thresholds of life β what is emerging, transitioning, and changing within.
This weekβs writing prompt: Write down 5 things you donβt know. Then write down 10 things you do know. Repeat. What do these things share in common?
This weekβs fun find: the new Joseph album is easy listening for the spirit
See you soon in poem land,
Elizabeth
P.S. send me 3 words and Iβll write you a poem β or share poem land with a friend π
A wonderful gift on our graduation day! So grateful to have traveled this path with you dear Elizabeth.
Beautiful!