From "Creed," by Dom Helder Cámara

I want to believe that the whole world

Is my home, the field I sow,

And that all reap what all have sown.

I will not believe that I can combat oppression out there

If I tolerate injustice here.

I want to believe that what is right

Is the same here and there

And that I will not be free

While even one human being is excluded.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

My JVC Mission Statement

I thought it would be valuable to you all, and shameless of me, to post my mission statement. We wrote these during a 5-day retreat where we processed the past year and prepared to welcome in the new one. It describes what I hope to be the purpose of my life, which, granted, is a work in progress. Enjoy?

My Mission Statement

I, Heather-Hache Mae-Maya Colbert-Moline, have been given life.

This life is loved by those who have given it to me.

This life is deep. It is illuminated by questions, perseverance, courage, strength, fire.

This life is harmonious, awash with music, expression, and a dance of joy.

And I have been given a Quest.

This Quest is unique to the poetry and compassion of me. It has surfaced in books, chapels, volcanoes, journals, cliffs, mosques, faces, hearts, oceans and hugs.

This Quest is simple and eternal. It leads to God. But because I don’t know what that means, I say to Truth. To a Truth beyond—beyond words, logic, individuals, religions—and within—within hearts, beings, beauty, struggle.

I accept this Quest because I yearn for this Truth, this Knowledge of Love.

And I accept this Quest because everywhere I turn, I find the miracles I need to complete it.

I find solidarity. The tender steel bond between Questers, a bond that calls those who have been given life to give it up, give it back.

I find dialogue. An awareness of the wisdom and energy we awaken in each other, led by those who seem to have been given the least.

I find intimacy. Trust, honesty, challenge, wrapped in glances, kisses, embraces, tears.

I find the Earth, her selflessness, her call to simplicity and radicality.

I find vision, the ability to see through heaven’s eyes, to give thanks, to wait, to leave myself and fly.

When I grow weary of this life, of my humanity, I will unwrap these miracles. And I will listen to the yearning within me, to the chant and rhythm I hear on the other side of green mountains, where I will look back—and forward?—in gratitude at the Truth my searching has slowly, gloriously revealed.

1 comment:

  1. Uncle P still thinks you should be submitting your writing!

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