JANUARY 10
The earth is my sister. I love her daily grace, her silent daring,
and how loved I am. How we admire the strength in each
other, all that we have lost, all that we have suffered, all that
we know. We are stunned by this beauty, and I do not forget,
what she is to me, what I am to her.
—SUSAN GRIFFITHThe earth will help us. There is such strength in the ground,
the trees, the water. The air we breathe washes over us with
new life. Water is drawn into the atmosphere and returns
to fill rivers and streams. The mountains rise up, are worn
away, and rise again. On the high tundra tiny flowers bloom
unseen. The cycle of the seasons is alive with the promise
of rebirth. Creation is a mystery, and so is death. But there
are clues, and promises. We are children of God.
In life, as in death, we draw our power from the same source.