An interruption of my practice

Over the past month, I have been posting an image per day as a small antidote to the darkness of these times. In addition, I have begun a practice of writing each morning.

I subscribed to blog/website of a poet who offers a poem each day. She is funny, irreverent, profound and a breath of fresh air before I begin my day. This particular poem is so timely and moved me to share it.

She is Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer https://www.wordwoman.com/

She is one of the young voices emerging, speaking out, and visioning beyond the consciousness of my generation. She and many young people are the hope for our world.

We might as well be divine.                   —Kate Horowitz, “i tell the ghost of carrie fisher the world is ending” * The Channeling   By Rosemerry on January 20, 2026 We might as well be divine. As masked agents arrive with guns, curses and brutal disrespect, we might as well be divine. We might as well sing at the edge of collapse, bring forth the kind of harmony that calls goosebumps to arms and hot tears to eyes. As we march, as we gather, as we fight for each other, we might as well be divine. As rivers shrink and sinkholes appear and we face water bankruptcy worldwide, we might as well share what is not ours to own.   And be kind to each other. And praise what good we find. This is it. It’s like this. Nothing but now. What we bring, who we are, this is all. As tears fall fast and voices rise, as fear grows thick and viscous, we might as well be channels for grace, we might as well be divine.

*Rosemerry has given me permission to publish her January 21^st offering.

http://www.wordwoman.com