I’ve been thinking about the color green. Only because it is missing, supposedly a very important color it seems, but somewhere along my way in the world it found itself gone. Invisible, missing. I am not color blind to it, I see it where it is. I see green everywhere it is. And I love it, in this strange way where I yearn to learn more about it. I could say, I love it almost the way I love blue, but silently instead. And blue I know, the color of my eyes, not like green, green is a mystery. Yet it has shown up and shown up in a quiet way all my life and now it is back to say: I still love you, you know. I still want peace for you my friend. It reminds me of convictions, of being radical somehow, radical by accident of inhabiting who I truly am. Green reminds me of the hope that the only boss you ever answer to is you, is what you love, and the earth somehow. If only the world would allow it. Green. Allow it to be the color of our hearts, our throats, the sound of our voices as the birds caw in the green leaves of the trees, we feel humbled by something that seems less beautiful — but it isn’t, you see. Our lives so precious, no matter how we spend them. In blue or green or gray. We’re here today to cultivate the way of things, the way of loving, the way of showing up. Pressing forward, some medicine, some tenderness, some forgiveness of the tense anxiety against death and disappearing of hate and domination. I walk, you walk, on hollowed ground. I sit, you sit, at the altar of our work desks. What do we put here today? The green of showing up, of conviction and never giving up.
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