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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://spore.social/users/bethsawin/statuses/114234837536895635">Dr. Elizabeth Sawin✨ (bethsawin@spore.social)'s status on Thursday, 27-Mar-2025 23:55:24 JST</a><a href="https://spore.social/@bethsawin" title="bethsawin@spore.social"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/78598-48-20240621181209.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="Dr. Elizabeth Sawin✨" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">Dr. Elizabeth Sawin✨</a><div><a href="https://spore.social/@bethsawin/114234837039522833" rel="in-reply-to">in reply to</a></div></section><article><p>A facilitator of groups (including many with people in deep uncertainty regarding job security, grant funding, projects &amp; more) closes every meeting by reading this poem which opens the last chapter of the book. If it gives even a temporary boost of courage or clarity that makes me so happy! ❤️</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/4802427#notice-9406471">In conversation</a><time datetime="2025-03-27T23:55:24+09:00" title="Thursday, 27-Mar-2025 23:55:24 JST">about 3 months ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://spore.social/@bethsawin/114234837536895635" rel="external" title="Sent from spore.social via ActivityPub">spore.social</a></span></span><a href="https://spore.social/@bethsawin/114234837536895635">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/4371178">Which WayWill you be the one who turns a huge boat on rough seas?
Or is it you, who gathers up and comforts the lost children?
Will you find kindness when fear rises?
Will you know when it is time to walk away with only what you can carry?
Is it you who has the courage to quietly wait?It’s all happening at once now.
The fires of destruction,
the fires of invention.
Gates clanging shut.
Inside the chrysalis, change unfolds.
Living rafts, strewn with flowers, launch.
You are choosing, again and again
which way to go.Nothing changes.
Everything changes.
And you are the still point in the swirl.
You bind together an improbable convergence of good things.
You undo.
You redo.
Listening, you move.
In your wake everything shifts.You are never alone.
Wild bees, birch trees, glacier water,
old teachers
new life,
we are all with you,
conspiring.Pass seeds hand to hand.
Make compost.
Braid vines together.
Channel rain.
Speak truth.
Look inside.
Renew.
Grow a tap root.
Know where you stan</a></label><br><a href="https://spore.social/system/media_attachments/files/114/234/837/522/132/976/original/fca9f4eca7e4c162.png" rel="external">https://spore.social/system/media_attachments/files/114/234/837/522/132/976/original/fca9f4eca7e4c162.png</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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Dr. Elizabeth Sawin✨ (bethsawin@spore.social)'s status on Thursday, 27-Mar-2025 23:55:24 JST Dr. Elizabeth Sawin✨
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A facilitator of groups (including many with people in deep uncertainty regarding job security, grant funding, projects & more) closes every meeting by reading this poem which opens the last chapter of the book. If it gives even a temporary boost of courage or clarity that makes me so happy! ❤️
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1. Which Way Will you be the one who turns a huge boat on rough seas? Or is it you, who gathers up and comforts the lost children? Will you find kindness when fear rises? Will you know when it is time to walk away with only what you can carry? Is it you who has the courage to quietly wait? It’s all happening at once now. The fires of destruction, the fires of invention. Gates clanging shut. Inside the chrysalis, change unfolds. Living rafts, strewn with flowers, launch. You are choosing, again and again which way to go. Nothing changes. Everything changes. And you are the still point in the swirl. You bind together an improbable convergence of good things. You undo. You redo. Listening, you move. In your wake everything shifts. You are never alone. Wild bees, birch trees, glacier water, old teachers new life, we are all with you, conspiring. Pass seeds hand to hand. Make compost. Braid vines together. Channel rain. Speak truth. Look inside. Renew. Grow a tap root. Know where you stan
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