Healing Prayer, in honor of the tide at last night's full moon

This is a prayer for wholeness, peace. This is for Carrot, that she travel well and trust her own deeds, for Kirsten that she and her family know peace. This is for Katie and sacrifices, her old ways offered to the vision and hope for what could be. This is for me, this is for me, this is for Poetry. This is for Susan and Emma and each generation stronger than the next, this is for Sis and Carol, mom and Maggie and the woman who've seen it all. This is for Kim and Patty who teach me, this is for every strong woman who ever challenged me, this is for Mom, this is for Dad. This is for Sean and Jamie content in their move, this is for Kate and Micah as they fly and learn to trust the tides. This is for Kelly and for all prayers for a home. This is for Mandy and Jessica and every sister I've ever known, this is for Laura and trusting her song. This is for Brooks and his patience and wisdom, this is for every man who ever fought with his heart, this is for Tom who loves and believes in being a friend. This is for Sam that he trust his way. This is for healing hands, this is for tea, this is for moonlight, this is for the ocean, this is for the drug addicts and those sick on booze, this is for violence and for poverty, this is for money and caves and islands and pain that still breathes. This is for Erika and believing you have a chance. This is for Reyna, Santiago, Umberto and Joel. This is for ancesters, this is for foul weather. This is for garnachas and black cherry sodas and dancing in the sun. This is for bonfires, this is for volcanoes, this is for stars, this is for family, and babies, and marriages and Meggie, and memories of who we love. This is for Amy who teaches every day. This is for the loving, breathing, healing earth. This is for alchemy, this is for ecstasy, this is for roots and bands. This is for madness. This is for sweet. This is for the tides. This is for Brandon and Brook, this is for music and gardens and tribes. This is for all of it, the heart and the loss, the love and the tears the laughing and music the fears and the coughs the hate and the anger the pain. This is for Chop. This is for teachers and presents, this is for students and awful hopelessness, this is for not having a voice. This is for Mike and Sarah, this is for Sarah and Tony, this is for Jackie and Chris, this is for Bernadette and her kids. This is for every boss I ever had, this is for Adult Ed Adult Ed Adult Ed. This is for Josh. This is for friends, this is for music, this is for beginnings, this is for ends. This is for the full moon and the planets and the stars and the apex and the zenith in every one of our hearts. This is for love. This is for him this is for him this is for Him.

Reprinted from We'Moon with gratitude, the chant & how I'll end this prayer:
by Mama Donna Henes 2006
We Are All in This Together
We all come from the earth and return to her belly. We are all made of the same substance, same as the sea, the soil, the stars. Birth, growth, death, development, change, adaptation, transformation, evolution, it is all really just about recycling.

We breathe the same air as our cave-dwelling ancestors--inhaling and exhaling, exchanging carbon dioxide and oxygen with our plant relatives untold billions of times over the millenia. And the same holds true for water. We drink the tears of the crocodiles and elephants. It rains, it pools, it evaporates, it rains. We drink, we pee. Again and again and again, in a grand scale cosmic round robin.

All borders and boundaries and separations are pure illusion. Each time we touch someone, we leave some particle of our skin atoms behind and pick up a parcel of new ones. Thus we merge, literally becoming part of each other. I am you and you are me and we are we.

We are all in this together, inextricably bound by our beautiful blue planet spinning though space. We are one family, one community, one world, one living, breathing entity.

A'jo & blessed be. By 3 by 3 by 3.