A cold northerly wind follows the ebb tide,
water and air temperature equal
at half the human Fahrenheit,
pushing back the effort
to lessen the long grip of winter.
I put my hands upon the Earth yesterday
with saw and shear saying yes or no,
thinning madrona that thrives on this rock,
fighting back thorns and strangling vines,
building rock surrounds for seedling trees
against the threat of my own predation.
Using rake and cart to comb and brush
the energy of desire down through the tools,
untangling and weaving a new pattern,
speaking to Her in the simplest terms,
letting Her know if I go or will stay.
Love the title (& themes)…an invitation for our times.
Last summer my energy created soil from sand, planted natives and seeds, and watered and fed all living in my garden. The response was magnificent and awe-inspiring.
This year, I waited to see what she would do in this desert land. With little more than water, she grew plants over ten feet tall and invited me to join in creation.
I think she wants me to stay.
This reminded me that so much depends on observing individually the greed and avarice in my own heart and mind and being the blessing I want for mother earth. My natural tendency or the tendency of the mind in me is to first go to “how can I protect myself” or get what I want. There are much bigger questions.
Beautifully poignant.
Good work.
“…a step in evolution or the end to a failed experiment.” It really does feel like we’re at that crossroads. Thanks for doing what you do to keep it in front of us.