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Wisdom from Music Therapist Carolyn Kenny as written in "A Mythic Journey"

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Wisdom from Music Therapist Carolyn Kenny as written in "A Mythic Journey"

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She shares her imagery of weaving an experience with another person in the context of music therapy. This speaks so deeply to me as a music therapist myself, and as a spiritual being having a human experience:

"[We] were weaving a path out of various colors and textures of fabric, which crossed over from one life to the next. It was a transition, a transformation, a road to make the new life easier to find. The music provided nourishment, just as the oxygen. The music was a huge mythic artery that contained the totality of human experience..."

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Venerable Phiyathammo gave all his flowers to Ingrid, and she gave them one by one to others. 

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The monks on their Walk for Peace came right through our neighborhood. We joined them from the sidelines three separate times — each time a blessing. We enjoyed their faces, and the glowing faces of those of us who honored their walk with our presence.

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Chanting for love and compassion

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Day 8: Calendar of Light 2025 with Jamal Rahman

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Give Us This Day…

Knowledge

To embrace diversity

To right a wrong

Opportunity

To lend a hand

To share a moment

Peace

To calm a storm

To dream of possibilities

Compassion

To enhance relationships

To help the wounded

Freedom

To alleviate fear

To overcome adversity

Bread

To feed ourselves

To feed others

Give us this day, in every second

Knowledge, opportunity, peace, compassion, freedom, and bread

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from Molly Grace Hicks and Harold Messenger

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Day 22: Calendar of Light 2025 with Molly Grace Hicks and Harold Messinger

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Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, guilty of dust and sin.

But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack from my first entrance in,

drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, if I lacked anything.

A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:

Love said, You shall be he.

I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,

I cannot look on thee.

Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,

Who made the eyes but I?

Truth, Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame

Go where it doth deserve.

And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?

My dear, then I will serve.

You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:

So I did sit and eat.

George Herbert (1593-1633) and English poet, orator, and priest of the Church of England.

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The art of weaving

First you have to set up a loom

It does not matter the size

The loom requires strands going up

Standing apart from each other

Locked in the frame

In tension to support the weave

Then the weaving can begin

The shuttle moves back and forth

Up and down across the weft

The rows are pushed together

Then colours and designs appear

A beautiful fabric emerges

What if the world is the loom

Communities can be woven together

Each has its vision of eternity

Its own colour and tradition

Its understanding of the Creator

Diverse and yet telling a tale of love

The communities can live together

The sharing can be given back and forth

Up and down across the divide

A joyful joining in journeying together

New ideas and new ways of living together

The Creator’s vision for humanity

FJT 6/2/2026

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May beauty be my shelter!

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From my LinkedIn connection and “cousin” Jason EagleSpeaker, of the Blackfoot Nation.

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To the Ones Feeling Heavy Right Now…

Life doesn’t move in a straight line. It circles, like the moon, like the seasons, like the old stories. Some days feel light, like laughter with your cousins around a fire. Other days feel like standing in cold wind, waiting for it to pass.

If today feels like one of those hard days, you’re not broken. You’re human. You’re part of something older than any storm you’re walking through.

You carry the blood of survivors. Your people faced things that could’ve crushed them… but they didn’t fall. They stood up, again and again. That strength is in you. It didn’t skip you. It’s right there in your bones.

When things start to pile up, step outside. Sit with the land. Feel the ground under you. Let the air remind you to breathe. Talk to Creator in your own words. Light a little sweetgrass or sage if it helps. Let your nervous system calm down. You don’t have to push so hard today.

You don’t have to carry it all by yourself either. Reach out to someone who loves you. Let your circle hold you for a bit. That’s what it’s there for.

You’re sacred. Even on the days that don’t feel like it. You’re doing your best, and some days, surviving is the win.

Be gentle with yourself. The world will try to harden you. But your softness is medicine.

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what a beautiful tapestry of love and Light.

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what a beautiful tapestry of love and Light.

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It is time to unite the tribes!!! Even the interfaith ones!!!

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It is time to unite the tribes!!! Even the interfaith ones!!!

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No matter how large or ancient or ‘special’ a particular faith or wisdom tradition is or claims to be, each is only one of very many little cogs being driven by a very big Wheel. Each is driven by the Wheel not the other way around. The human ego loves to think that it is RIGHT and so do many human organizations, especially religious ones! We like to think that our faith or tradition is in some way a little better than the others. We need to see things through Divine eyes. Each cog is a tiny expression of Spirit. The Wheel is the Divine programme for healing this planet. So shouldn’t we be focusing more of our attention on the Wheel and the other little cogs rather than just the tiny cog that we belong to?

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Words - sometimes absurd, sometimes profane and sometimes sacred.

Words are all we have to share our beliefs, our experiences, our despair, our delight, our hopes, our dreams.

Words can separate, stir feelings bad or good, inspire, align.

Words are multidimensional - the form, the sound, the meaning, the emotion; all determined by context.

Words on their own struggle with complexity. We build phrases, sentences, paragraphs, books. Also poems, prose, songs, calligraphy, art.

When we learn to look for the inner meaning, beyond the medium, then we can transcend language and expression.

Then we find the essence, leading us by many paths to our creator and understanding we are part of the created,

complex yet still so simple,

component of the whole yet distinct,

struggling to exist, understand, align.

May we all see the beauty, the intent pattern and not struggle with the underside.

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Sharing prayers across traditions as an act of resistance and harmony

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Some prayers have words: World Interfaith Harmony Week 2024 with Alignment

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An offering of peace and light

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Day 14: Calendar of Light 2025 with Rabbi Shelly Barnathan

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The great Becoming

How small we made you.

How constrained by our constraints;

We wore you like a lapel badge,

Pocketed you like a personal passport, then

Raised you at our borders like a flag.

We locked you in the pages of

Our Book, then threw away the key.

But how we worshipped you.

How we pointed at you with steeples.

You asked us to follow you, to

Give away our second shirts, but instead

We made a million icons, each one framed in gold.

We swayed and raised our egos, singing love songs-

Not to you, but to idealised versions of ourselves.

How is it that still, you love things by becoming them?

How was it that this brown-skinned man with the heart of a woman

Took upon herself another name for everything, so we could

Encounter her in all these beautiful things and bleed with her when she

Lies broken? And just when all seems lost, she whispers still;

See, I am making all things new.

Even you.

From 'After the Apocalypse' by Chris Goan, with a nod of thanks to Richard Rohr...

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Christ The Carpenter

He chose me,

My protective exterior

Coarse and rough

In his hands, yet,

Lovingly he held me.

He stroked me

And thought silently,

Gently he began

To remove the hard

Outer layer I’d formed.

At first I complained,

Jarred his hands

As he worked,

Felt exposed, unprotected,

But his touch calmed me.

In my naked state

He dealt with greater care,

Removed rough, unnecessary unevenness,

Exposing a beauty

I hadn’t realised was there.

Then came deep pain,

I felt he’d forgotten me,

Deep cuts, shapes,

Grooves made

Into my tender nakedness.

I cried out in despair,

My soft flesh wept,

Then, I looked and wondered

At what I saw:

Scars of pain, yet beauty.

He ran his hands over me,

Seeing with hands

Imperfections, gently

Rubbing them smooth,

Until all was ready.

The Carpenter smiled,

I was no longer afraid,

He covered me and

Together we marvelled

At the heart he’d revealed.

AWM.

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Day 3: Calendar of Light 2025 with Kalyanna

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Just like humans and all creation—and all our traditions and belief streams—these stones all come from one Original Source (Creation/the Holy—and all were found on the island of Iona). They differ in size, shape, and outward presentation, but they are still at heart all rocks…just as we are humans in all our differing appearances. These stones don’t fight each other or demean each other; they offer their individual beauty and strength to the world. Would that we humans would follow their example. Let us be harmonious in the giving of our gifts, knowing we are all in essence from and with Original Source Love.

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Interfaith Scotland was so thrilled to host an in person event - exploring the calendars from Buddhist, Bahai, Hindu, Muslim, Pagan, Jewish and Christian traditions. In partnership with Interfaith Alignment, Urzula from their Board shared the beautiful Calendar of Light - keeping with the theme. World Interfaith Harmony Week such a brilliant opportunity for collaboration.

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From the writings of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá.

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Day 12: Calendar of Light 2025 with Elika Mahony

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Where would you prefer to be?

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I’m new to this community, but very much resonating with the book When Prayer Doesn’t Work and looking forward to exploring further. I spend a lot of time in Scotland and have been to Iona three times on pilgrimage. This is a painting I recently purchased. It’s the Isle of Arran called Echo of the Hills. Kim, from London

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Devotional instrumental music on the Dilruba and Taus

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Day 24: Calendar of Light 2025 with Avtar Singh

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May I walk in beauty!

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From the land of the Lenni Lenape

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Day 23: Calendar of Light 2025 with Barbara Chaapel

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May Brighid’s Flame go with you,
warming hearth and heart.
May her Waters refresh your spirit,
and her Forge strengthen your hands for the work ahead.

As you cross this sacred threshold,
may inspiration be kindled,
may healing flow,
and may new life stir quietly within and around you.

Go in peace, go in courage,
and go wrapped in Brighid’s blessing.
Blessed be.

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How do I name the Divine?

Language creates words for things

It is based around sounds that a community agrees on

A dog or chien or कुत्ता or cu

All words for the same object

This we understand

Language also creates words for that which is the Spirit of Life

It is held within the culture and lifestyle of each community

God, Buddha, El Shaddi, Great Spirit, Unkunlunkulu

All words for that which made us

This we fail to grasp

How can we expect our naming of the Spirit which dwells within us

To be the same across the world

We can see the qualities of each and know

If it has love, joy, peace, care of others and the natural world

It is part of that which sustains us in a different form

Like the words dog, chien, कुत्ता or cu.

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Comparto esta canción de una intérprete venezolana🇻🇪 Elena Rose que es un mantra “Me lo merezco” para el amor propio y como el ❤️‍🩹 es el motor y a su vez la curita que necesita el mundo, en esta Semana de la Armonía Interreligiosa les doy este regalo 🎁

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Me Lo Merezco - Versión Acústica - En Las Nubes

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Me Lo Merezco - Versión Acústica - En Las Nubes

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A poem connected to our theme this year.

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One of my dear hospice patients introduced me to this poem years ago. It helped renew her faith and trust when life was difficult. Although I have trouble with the idea that there is a reason for everything, I love the imagery of me weaving along with God, and I take great comfort in the idea that I cannot possibly understand everything God understands.

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Faint, easy to be overlooked or bygone - but still there

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I went out at midnight to look up at the full snow moon shining her light on the world. Three deer stood in deep snow at the wood’s edge, gazing at me. The groundhog crouched underground, waiting for her day. I looked down at the small graves of my three cats in the garden, warm now under the blanket of snow.

Laudate Dominum.

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Sunita Viswanath, Hindus for Human Rights

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Sunita Viswanath, Hindus for Human Rights

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Sunita shares prayers of resistance in the name of Shakti, Satya, and Shanti

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WIHW 2026 begins with Sunita Viswanath at Alignment

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To clothe oneself in peace is a shield, a comfort, a challenge, and an inspiration.

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Day 7: Calendar of Light 2025 with Simon de Voil

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"And you know it's time to go, through the sleet and driving snow, across the fields of mourning, lies in the distance.

Oh don't sorry, nor don't weep,

for tonight, at last.

I am coming home

I am coming home"

-Bono, from U2's, "A Sort of Homecoming'

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“Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.”

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Awe..... is the heart's recognition of what is holy. ~ Rev. Cameron Trimble, United Church of Christ

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Installation – At This Table Everybody Belongs

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For everyone born, a place at the table, For everyone born, clean water and bread, A shelter, a space, a safe place for growing, For everyone born, a star overhead. For woman and man, a place at th…

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Shine, wherever and whenever you are.

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From the Ecosattva dedication of merit:

May all places be held sacred.

May all beings be cherished.

May all injustices of oppression, devaluation, and theft

be fully righted, remedied and healed.

May all who are captured by hatred be freed to the love that is our birth right.

May all who are bound by fear discover the safety of understanding.

May all who are weighed down by grief be given over to the joy of being.

May all who are lost in delusion find a home on the path of wisdom.

May all wounds to forests, rivers, deserts, oceans, all wounds to Mother Earth be lovingly restored to bountiful health.

May all beings everywhere delight in whale song, birdsong and blue sky.

May all beings abide in peace and well-being, awaken and be free.

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A tree by the water, sustaining unrelenting gusts of bitter winter wind, modeling for me and for the world that bending will not uproot us.

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Share your reflections, reactions, responses to Rev. Qalvy's offering.

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Day 4: Calendar of Light 2025 with Rev. Qalvy Grainzvolt

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Welcome to Weaving the World’s Wisdom

You are entering a shared space of global spiritual offerings created for World Interfaith Harmony Week 2026.

Here you will find daily video reflections from faith leaders, artists, and contemplatives across the world. Each offering arises from a particular tradition and place, yet all are shared in a spirit of openness, respect, and care.

We invite you to:

Engage with one offering at a time

Listen deeply, without comparison or urgency

Allow difference to remain difference

Notice what resonates, challenges, or gently opens your heart

Add your own response in the form of an image, poem, reflection, word, comment, song

There is no right way to participate. Add as many responses as you feel moved to share. May these offerings remind us that while our paths are many, our longing for peace, dignity, and connection is shared.

Thank you for being part of this weaving for World Interfaith Harmony Week 2026.