Dear Friends,We pray you are safe and well. In the spirit of our philosophy of co-creating community and our awareness that the Spirit speaks through each of us, we invite you to share your meditations with us as well. We truly believe that in God’s economy of abundance, when we share our blessings, our thoughts, our feelings, we are all made richer. Today’s meditation is written by Jacinda Arcern, Prime Minister of New Zealand. She is one of our heroines: you might remember the way she handled the mass shooting and changing gun laws in her country. May this meditation nourish your contemplative-active hearts!We hope and pray that you and your loved ones experience genuine peace of mind and heart, and remain in good health during this challenging time. May the Easter Season be a time of peace, of healing and hope, of the resurrection of joy in your life!With our love and care,Ron & Jean


Meditation Fifty-three:   from Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern of New Zealand    

Breathe easy and settle. 
Right here where you are. 
We'll not move upon you. For awhile.
We'll stop. We'll cease.
We'll slow down and stay at home.
Draw each other close and be kind.
Kinder than we've ever been.
I wish we could say we were doing it for you as much as for ourselves.
We're doing it anyway. It's right. It's time.
Time to return
Time to remember
Time to listen and forgive
Time to withhold judgment
Time to cry
Time to think
About others
Remove our shoes
Press hands to soil
Sift grains between fingers
Gentle palms
Time to plant
Time to wait
Time to notice. To whom we belong. 
For now it's just you. And the wind. And the forests and the oceans and the sky full of rain. Finally it's raining!
Embrace it
This sacrifice of solitude we have carved out for you.
People always said it was not possible. To ground flights and stay home and stop our habits of consumption
But it was. It always was. we were just afraid of how much it was going to hurt--and it IS hurting
and it will hurt and continue to hurt.
but not as much as you have been hurt. So be still now. 
Wrap your hills around our absence.  
Loosen the concrete belt cinched tight at your waist.
Heal--and we will do the same.