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The Paradox of Summer Solstice

June 21, 2015 By: seeta Category: Eco-Justice, Natural Law, Spirituality

Cross-posted from Seeta’s Environmental/Photography Blog:

The Waning Light Ahead…

Dauphin Island

Dauphin Island

Today officially marks the first day of summer with the sun at its highest point in the sky gracing us with the longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere. The great paradox, of course, is that with the arrival of summer, along with its attendant abundant signs of life, the days will gradually begin to grow shorter from here on out as we head into fall.

This paradox is the inherent law of nature: the balance of life and death. During summer, the sun shines its brightest at its greatest strength with the promise of shorter days and waning light ahead. Shorter days ahead are not cause for sadness or melancholy, but is a gift that allows deep appreciation for the fleeting, ephemeral beauty of life and our transient and impermanent place in it.

Implicit, too, in the paradox of the summer solstice is the inevitability of rebirth. We can immerse ourselves in the here and now, reflect on the swift inevitable passage of time, and also have an appreciation for the value of seasonal changes ahead.

Revelations: Laudato Sí

June 21, 2015 By: nancy a heitzeg Category: Eco-Justice, Economic Terrorism, Imperialism, International Law, Intersectionality, Spirituality

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Happy Earth Day!

April 22, 2015 By: seeta Category: Eco-Justice, Spirituality

Cedar Waxwings perched in Amherst State Park, NY
Cedar Waxwings perched in Amherst State Park, NY

Revelations: The Last Rhino

April 12, 2015 By: nancy a heitzeg Category: Civil Rights, Eco-Justice, Intersectionality, Spirituality, What People are Doing to Change the World

Sudan  Photo courtesy of Ol Pejeta Conservancy
Photo courtesy of Ol Pejeta Conservancy

Meet The Last Male Rhino Of His Kind On The Planet

“The heartbreak and loneliness we feel for him … his fate making him unique; does he feel it? Does he on some level know he is different?”

Watching the Sun Set on a Species

Fight for Rhinos

Running for Rhinos

What Happened to the Northern Whites?

Revelations: Ôstara

April 05, 2015 By: nancy a heitzeg Category: Arts and Culture, Eco-Justice, Spirituality

Revelations: Lucky

January 12, 2015 By: nancy a heitzeg Category: Arts and Culture, Eco-Justice, Intersectionality, Spirituality

Lucky I me and Muir Woods 1/11/2015

Lucky I
me and Muir Woods 1/11/2015


Happy Holidays – Christmas As We Grow Older

December 23, 2014 By: seeta Category: Spirituality

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!


What Christmas is as We Grow Older, Charles Dickens

Nearer and closer to our hearts be the Christmas spirit, which is the spirit of active usefulness, perseverance, cheerful discharge of duty, kindness and forbearance! It is in the last virtues especially, that we are, or should be, strengthened by the unaccomplished visions of our youth; for, who shall say that they are not our teachers to deal gently even with the impalpable nothings of the earth!

Therefore, as we grow older, let us be more thankful that the circle of our Christmas associations and of the lessons that they bring, expands! Let us welcome every one of them, and summon them to take their places by the Christmas hearth.

Welcome, old aspirations, glittering creatures of an ardent fancy, to your shelter underneath the holly! We know you, and have not outlived you yet. Welcome, old projects and old loves, however fleeting, to your nooks among the steadier lights that burn around us. Welcome, all that was ever real to our hearts; and for the earnestness that made you real, thanks to Heaven! Do we build no Christmas castles in the clouds now? Let our thoughts, fluttering like butterflies among these flowers of children, bear witness! Before this boy, there stretches out a Future, brighter than we ever looked on in our old romantic time, but bright with honour and with truth. Around this little head on which the sunny curls lie heaped, the graces sport, as prettily, as airily, as when there was no scythe within the reach of Time to shear away the curls of our first-love. Upon another girl’s face near it–placider but smiling bright–a quiet and contented little face, we see Home fairly written. Shining from the word, as rays shine from a star, we see how, when our graves are old, other hopes than ours are young, other hearts than ours are moved; how other ways are smoothed; how other happiness blooms, ripens, and decays–no, not decays, for other homes and other bands of children, not yet in being nor for ages yet to be, arise, and bloom and ripen to the end of all!

Welcome, everything! Welcome, alike what has been, and what never was, and what we hope may be, to your shelter underneath the holly, to your places round the Christmas fire, where what is sits open- hearted! In yonder shadow, do we see obtruding furtively upon the blaze, an enemy’s face? By Christmas Day we do forgive him! If the injury he has done us may admit of such companionship, let him come here and take his place. If otherwise, unhappily, let him go hence, assured that we will never injure nor accuse him.

On this day we shut out Nothing!

What Christmas is as We Grow Older, Charles Dickens

There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say, Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, — apart from the veneration due to its sacred origin, if anything belonging to it call be apart from that, — as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-travellers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it! — Ebenezer Scrooge’s Nephew, A Christmas Carol

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!” — Charles Dickens

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Run and Tell That – In Memory of Robinswing

December 09, 2014 By: seeta Category: Sistahspeak, Spirituality

Dear Esteemed CMP Readers:

We are heartbroken to inform you that Robinswing, the Editor and Writer of the renowned and powerful Sistahspeak series, passed away yesterday. We extend our heartfelt condolences to her family and friends.

To many of us, Robinswing was a powerful and inspirational voice for social justice, a good friend, a teacher, and an unabashed pure heart. Robinswing, a warrior for peace, justice, and kindness, graced us with some of her prophetic pieces here.

Tonight we pay tribute to Robinswing by re-posting a link to some of her resonant — and more relevant than ever — articles. Below is one of Robinswing’s most powerful and moving pieces. Her eternal light will continue to shine on and inspire us. May she Rest in Eternal Power.

Robinswing, thank you for sharing your gift and your powerful presence with us. We will miss you more than words can express.

Seeta, on behalf of CMP