Post by Robin Macdonald

Often my body knows before my mind - truths, items I've forgotten as I'm leaving the house, significant anniversaries. This week, with it's particular length of days, as the soothing blue of chickory and delicate features of queen ann's lace begin to stand out in the roadside meadows, there's been a persistent tugging at my heart, and then a realization of somatic connection to my late-teacher, Joanna Macy.   This week, last year, Joanna was in home hospice, receiving her last breaths, saying goodbyes and navigating between realms with wonder. At the same time, I was receiving stories from friends at her bedside in Berkely, because through her final journey, Joanna continued to teach.   I feel blessed for this being who we called Joanna for showing me what a human life can be. Her deep affinity for scholarship and playfulness. Her knowledge of the positive and tranformational power of the imagination. Her understanding of the systemic intelligence of hard-to-feel emotions. Her decisions to keep growing, questioning, learning, loving and teaching well into her nineties. Her giant, wild and active care for this Earth. Her living example of what is possible when someone embodies their ecological self. How with practice, we can become a force far larger than ourselves.   This week, I'm practicing gratitude in honour of Joanna.   Who are what are you grateful for this week? What happens inside you when you practice giving thanks? Image of Joanna Macy on her ninetieth Birthday