I was going to write about Goldman Sachs: about how, now that Corporations are considered people, maybe they should be prosecuted as such; about how wealth generated in ways that harm others may indeed be immoral.
BUT instead, I was distracted. It is still spring, a time when life shakes off the dormancy of winter and reawakens to show the world what its capable of.
Spring is about the budding of what is beautiful and of what is nourishing to the soul. It's a reminder that it's when we lose sight of what is truly life giving that we settle for what is only wealth giving.
I'd like to share a poem I read in Ian Berry's recent newsletter. It's about life, connection and contribution.
I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open to me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance:
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.
Dawna Markova
What else is there to say...
