as we celebrate labor today with a pause, more specifically waged labor in the USA and Canada with a day off from work, i find myself  taking this day as a sacred pause to expand upon the notion of labor, to reflect upon its essence as a labor of love, as the great work of being pregnant with an unknown creation forming within, a seed we water and feed and sing to as we hold space reverentially for the new and gather with others to support the birthing process, to shelter the labor of love, the great work of and for all our relatives…

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Song of the Builders

On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God –

a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillside

this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hope

it will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.

~ Mary Oliver ~

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in closing, a few words from Martin Luther King’s final speech when he had traveled to support laborers…

“I would like to live a long life,” he said. “Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And he’s allowed me to go up to the mountain, and I’ve looked over, and I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the promised land.”

~ Martin Luther King, Jr ~

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the way to get there is every day to continue the labor of love… to intend and act from an energy of compassion and liberation and light, to align  more and more deeply with source, the self organizing intelligence of  the ever regenerating space we call home…

 celebrating our labors of love…