Sharon Weil

All it takes is rumor...The danger itself is irrelevant. It's the perception of danger we're selling.

I__ growing mushrooms_ because I can__ kill them. They just keep multiplying_and it__ like_I__ in service to them.

Without hope, I wouldn__ even try. Hope lifts me to consider new possibilities so I can stay the course of my desire, no matter what.

If we can__ feel into the heart of grief, we can__ truly move on to experience hope and joy. We can__ be present to what is now, and what is next, because we are bound by the loss and sorrow that holds us to the past. Grief has to flow. It has to be carried, not just by you, but by the others with you, by your community, until it transforms to the next rightful calling of your heart to action.

Hope dreams into being what is possible but not yet formed.

Hope is a helium balloon. It is a wish lantern set out into the dark sky of night.

Imagination belongs to hope. It__ the creative dance of possibility.

A wish is a single unit of hope. It__ a single request for something I dearly desire.

Don't be afraid that things are changing, because indeed they always are.

Hope requires waiting. Waiting requires patience.

If I__ going to have hope, I__ going to have to learn to endure disappointment.

When no one is watching Mother Earth, and most of the time no one is, she sings softly to herself. Certainly no one is watching after her, to the point where she's now calling herself M. Earth, using her first initial only, like the early women writers who did not want their work to be automatically dismissed because of their gender disadvantage. Though she is grand, M. Earth is feeling, perhaps, overly feminine, and therefore vulnerable. Don't even mention the word Gaia; it's such a projection! She thinks she could benefit from a more macho profile, a little kick-ass to make her point. Perhaps a little masculine detachment would be helpful, or a thicker skin. Because, frankly, she's been trampled, poisoned, stripped bare, robbed blind, and blamed for just about everything that's come down the pike. And like all mothers, everyone just assumes she'll always be there for them with open, loving arms, and a cup of hot cocoa. That it will be her pleasure to feed them, lick their wounds, and clean a load or two of their dirty laundry. She's looking for a little more respect.

The practice of deep listening is the practice of open inquiry, without assumption or judgement.