Dear Friends,

 We hope that you are safe and well.

 Today's Meditation is a poem from David Shumate with an ending line written by my sister Mary with her deep contemplative heart: "An Inventory of Moons."

We invite you to join us as we commit ourselves to working tirelessly to end systemic and structural racism in our society, in the church, in healthcare, in the workplace--wherever it shows up so that everyone may come to have more abundant life. May this meditation nourish our contemplative-active hearts and sustain all of us in action.

In the spirit of our philosophy of co-creating community and our awareness that the Spirit speaks through each of us, we invite you to share your meditations with us as well. We truly believe that it is God's economy of abundance: when we share our blessings, our thoughts, our feelings, we are all made richer.

We hope and pray that you find peace, healing, hope and the infusion of joy in your life!

With our love and care,

Ron and Jean

MEDITATION 815: " An Inventory of Moons" David Shumate and Mary Hindelang

An Inventory of Moons ~David Shumate

If you live to be very old, you may see twelve hundred full moons.

Some come in winter and you trudge out into the deep snow to stand beneath their glow.

Others come to you in the city and you take an elevator up to the roof of the highest building and set out a couple of folding chairs to watch it glide across the sky.

Or the moon finds you along a foreign shore and you paddle out in some dingy and scoop its reflection from the waters and drink it down.

The moons of your old age are the most potent but seem few and far between.

They make their way into your marrow and teach it how to hum.

When your final moon arrives, [it comes beaming out its brilliant glow, illuminating the dark sacred night enfolding you] mh.