I promised I would post weekly here. This is a promise to you my reader and to creative self. Today was surgery for me, a partial mastectomy. As of the moment I write this, I feel like a train wreck and in a effort to make good on my promise with an easy win I give you a poem by Diane Ackerman.
In the name of daybreak and the eyelids of morning and the wayfaring moon and the night when it departs,
I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder as an architect of peace.
In the name of the sun and its minors and the day that embraces it and the cloud veils drawn over it and the uttermost night and the male and the female and the plants bursting with seed and the crowning seasons of the firefly and the apple, I will honor all life
—wherever and in whatever form it may dwell—on Earth my home, and in the mansions of the stars.