My theme today has been water - recent floods in my house from the mountains above me, water flowing upwards through floors and today a leak in my walls - as if my home is weeping. And fresh, clear water from a rain tank, for heat baked plants in a stiflingly hot Cape Town.

Before I remembered the verse, copied below from The Call, I had the thought that she (Mother Earth) and we, are indeed grieving, and that this shedding of tears, flow of the waters, is a opening ways to creating 'the more beautiful world our hearts know is possible'. I feel loss, uncertainty and immense possibility. I am glad to hold hands with you all as we find our way - and to hand the mantle over to Bonnie Jo.

'They said we will cup our hands around each heart.

We will sing the earth’s song, the song of water,

a song so beautiful that vengeance will turn to weeping.

The mourners will embrace, and grief replace

every impulse toward harm.'