From one new year to the next…
May all of us everywhere be blessed, and not least of all our close cousins the monkeys.
New world monkeys, old world monkeys.
May their luck change for the good, and their habitats remain.
May our luck change for the good, and our shared planet be well, and may we have a hand in that.
Or better, our hands off what we don’t need. Leaving be more to be well.
This little sister is a juvenile capuchin, and her picture credit UK Mirror.
Gravity is the root of grace,
The mainstay of all speed.
A traveler of true means, whatever the day’s pace,
Remembers the provision-van . . . (The Way of Life – Witter Bynner translation)
Our provisions are water, soil, air and seed.
Blessings are rain, and earth worms, and live seeds and air we can breathe freely, wildly.
And the sunlight, waiting to be harvested freely and peacefully.
How to preach the obvious, without preaching. I don’t know.