Ethics

I am mother and midwife of the radical hope that life especially nourishes life that nourishes life.

The sacred is a hidden and overt ally in rediscovering the kind of hope that weaves new stories for the people to rest and grow in. The urge to connect resonate somewhere in every single human being.

Beneath and inside of connection is something low and holy.

Nature wants us to connect; earth’s intelligence knows we are better-evolved and in-balance if we connect and participate in a story that’s only big enough if it includes the realities of life and earth, love and loss, bitterness and hope.

We listen for a mythos of the future that gives us something to imagine into, to find place and belonging in, to have our joy and our suffering held. We re-dignify humanity, our nature, our responsibilities and festivalities, our depths and even some of our trivialities.

Nature is the scripture.
Art is the ministry.
Our bodies are the altars.
Our hearts and minds, the shrines.
We have to weave again.
We have to bring the fabric back together for those who can’t, who only know how to fall apart if something does not hold them in.

Edgeweavers, we are called to the center.