in this moment of eternity when we celebrate labor of love day, i find myself  spending some moments this day contemplating the notion of labor and reflecting 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… thousand fold thanks for all the beings joining in creating a world of light…

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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 – the next day he was killed in Memphis, Tennessee in 1968 where King went to support garbage workers who were on strike to protest unsafe conditions, abusive supervisors, low wages and to gain recognition for their union…

“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.”

the way to get there is every day to continue the labor of love and the struggle for human dignity, workers’ rights, living wages, and social justice… 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 and laborers of love, especially essential workers – let’s get to work putting real workers of essence, the master builders of our world, at the front of the line and give them accolades and discounts for their inestimable service… and, may we all celebrate our laboring, our birthing a onederfilled world of love…

~

in this moment of eternity of celebrating the astonishing light of our interbeing with am image for labor day, more specifically, waged labor in the USA and Canada when we/some of us have a day off from waged work… i find myself  spending some moments this day contemplating the notion of labor and reflecting 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…

~

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 ~

~

in closing, a few words from Martin Luther King from his final speech on the day before he was killed in 1968 in Memphis, Tennessee where he had gone to support garbage workers who were on strike to protest unsafe conditions, abusive supervisors, low wages and to gain recognition for their union:

“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.”

the way to get there is every day to continue the labor of love and the struggle for human dignity, workers’ rights, living wages, and social justice… 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 and laborers of love, especially essential workers – let’s get to work putting real workers of essence, the master builders of our world at the front of the line and give them accolades and discounts for their inestimable service of peace… and, may we all celebrate our laboring, our birthing a onederfilled world of love…

in this moment of eternity when we celebrate the astonishing light of our interbeing with am image that paints this light, here it is and a little bit early for labor day tomorrow, more specifically waged labor in the USA and Canada when we/some of us have a day off from waged work… i find myself  spending some moments this day contemplating the notion of labor and reflecting 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…

~

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 ~

~

in closing, a few words from Martin Luther King the day after his final speech when the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. was killed in Memphis, Tennessee in 1968… King went to support garbage workers, who were on strike to protest unsafe conditions, abusive supervisors, low wages and to gain recognition for their union…

“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.”

the way to get there is every day to continue the labor of love and the struggle for human dignity, workers’ rights, living wages, and social justice… 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 and laborers of love, especially essential workers – let’s get to work putting real workers of essence, the master builders of our world at the front of the line and give them accolades and discounts for their inestimable service… and, may we all celebrate our laboring, our birthing a onederfilled world of love…

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…

~

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 ~

~

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 ~

~

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…