This is part of downtown in the little city where I live, last week. On the right side of the photo is the dance school my daughter goes to. Then firefighters died, heat persists, sea levels are rising…
May be why I started to hear words about the Earth. When I sat down, this is what came:
The Earth, She is alive. She breathes and bellows and shakes. She whirls and hurls things – our things. She floods and explodes into fire. She kills, drenches, and damages our stuff. She heats up and frosts. She is alive. She will ravage our homes and buildings, our lives, and some will say “It’s the hand of God”. That’s not God. She is living, and Being her Self. It’s not personal against anyone. And yet it’s not without connection to all of us. Our hearts just beat, on their own. We’re not doing it. And yet they are affected by what we eat, inhale, absorb, think and do everyday day. They respond, react, communicate, with the whole of our bodies and try to compensate, coordinate and keep going. She is like that. She is Our Heart.
This is so timely, Lisa – a few weeks ago our house looked like the picture of your town. Your words about our mother Earth are so powerful and loving – may we all care for her more than we care for all the stuff that we’ve loaded her with.
Amen, Libby. I know you went through that. I hope you are cleaning that up successfully, and healing. Love.