Save.

I’m struck by this moment. A bit ago, I wrote a pretty amazing blogpost (you’re going to have to trust me on that one!) Suddenly, my iPad ran out of juice. Poof! BEFORE I’d had a chance to hit ‘save’. Fingers crossed. Fired her up. Secretly hoping that the tech goddesses had swept in. Nope—-not there. And, as I returned to this page—-still delirious of a post today, I decided. Nope, not going to try to recreate that thing that is no more. Rework her, recall all the vicissitudes crafted with joy just an hour ago. Rather, I’m going to stay in this moment. And count it all good. And see what wants to rise in/through me. Effortlessly. Joyously. Rolling WITH life, is part of what makes us agile. Agility is part of resiliency. To not be so attached. To go lightly. It’s a choice. For me, I’m going to roll on and discover what wants to rise now. With you.

Alexa is in the musical driver’s seat playing music on this day of honoring the life of Martin Luther King, Jr. (MLK). An African American 34 year old man indelibly etched on our nation. One of our nation’s heroes. It is his day which is to say it is our day (in the USA.) A day to wake up and save and serve. A day to repair. A day to sit up, take notice, remember—-and reverberate with drumrolls and justice rolling down. Like mighty waters. MLK called us forth, you, me—-to get about the business of justicing. To make this nation one that welcomes all children, all humans—-and believes in all of their dreams. To realize that the American Dream is a good one—-and that it has yet to be realized. This belongs to all of us. Tending matters. Tending ourselves. Our beloveds. Our homes. Our communities. Our government. Our disparate, divided nation. Cue Mother Teresa here who so wisely noted, “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to one another.” We are the people we have been waiting for. Save? Yup, that effort and privilege belongs to every single one of us.

Today we’re awash in opportunity. (Really, this is true every day, even from the depths of despair). We have choice. We are called to create. Each from our own gifts. We’re called to care and to serve. And to remake our world better, true-er, cleaner, more sustainable, more whole for all. All humanity. All sentient beings. All time. No one of us can do this alone. And paradoxically, it will take every single one of us. Sleeves rolled up. Curiosity unleashed. Listening listening listening. And risking, too. Being brave enough to know something—-and brave enough to lean in with Big Love, boldly listening to others’ truths. All needed. All hands on deck.

Last night I participated in a soulful concert. At one moment, Ben Harper was singing, “My Own Two Hands.” Beautiful piece. And this morning, I looked down and saw my own two hands. So soft, fragile, strong, beautiful, capable, seasoned. Mine. Look at yours. What’s there? Take those two precious hands (if you are able) and hold them up. Picture all the the needs of the world in your left hand. Picture all your gifts in your right hand. Then, lovingly, powerfully, purposefully bring them together. This is what it means to save the world. And along the way, save your work. Save your dreams. Save your recipes. Save all that matters the most to you. Save old photos. I’ll do the same.