In the midst of Covid lockdown, someone in our circle read a beautifully descriptive, detailed excerpt from a journal about the author's sighting of tens of thousands of migrating birds along the Oregon coast. As he stood at the ocean edge, noting species and numbers, he flipped his pencil in surrender to the futility of estimating the vast number of birds in sight. We listened to the reading and then each wrote for a few reflective moments, heading in whatever direction inspired us. This was my brief writing:
Flipping a pencil in the air over the number of birds migrating past and nesting in view! How sweet the pencil flip and how majestic the image of ten miles of nestled birds in ocean cliffs. How hopeful and enriched I feel just hearing those words!
Almost at a standstill in wonder. Slowly the pen approaches another word, but cautiously. I'm standing at the water's edge, struck by the beauty of flight and swells of both ocean and birds, though just ‘birds' seems diminutive to the sight. ‘Winged wonders' more apt.
In the midst of such change and loss and uncertainty, there is still flight – and beauty – and rebirth and renewal. In moments like this, I understand “Hope springs eternal.”
Interviews

Growing into Oneness Together
Interview with Diane Musho Hamilton
The Evolutionary Potential of a Higher Being
Interview with Craig Hamilton
The Emergent Field of Interbeing
Interview with Elizabeth Debold
Awakening Together: Islands of Coherence in a Sea of Chaos
Interview with Peter Mitchell
Artificial Intelligence and the Evolution of Consciousness
Interview with Steve McIntoshBook Reviews

A Summary of the Fetzer Institute’s Sharing Spiritual Heritage Report: A review by Ariela Cohen and Robin Beck
By Ariela Cohen
Choosing Earth, Choosing Us: Book Review of Choosing Earth
By Robin Beck
Everything, Everywhere, All at Once: Movie Review
By Jeff Sullivan
Monk and Robot: Book Review of A Psalm for the Wild-Built
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