Earth
Mother Earth teaches
processes of composting
and creating life
She teaches us much
on reciprocity and
healing together
us creative resistance
and paths to a new way
She reminds us now
of the need for boundaries
we can’t bare it all
Ode to Earth
You, a morning yawn in color-
You, a salt hairspray-
You, a start and finish line at the race-
You, a highway with the window down-
You, a walk-in freezer-
You, a tender friend at the doorstep-
joy blossoms at the mere sight of you,
a grounding in the soul.
If some one should me where I’m from
Maybe I will answer, from earth.
Do you have any siblings?”
Yes, I do, actually, quite a few. Would you like to hear about them?
Well, there are the trees, bumble bees, firefly’s, frogs, bluebirds, water, mountains, people of many shapes , colors and sizes…
Come to think of it, I may even be related to you!
Is earth your home too?
this was so childlike and playful. love it!
Thank you, Earth
For the rivers and the lakes
For the sunsets and the beaches
For the mountains and the fields
For the waterfalls and the dirt paths
For the flowers and the rainforests
For the birdsong and the crickets
For the fireflies and the earthworms
for the moss and for the canyons
For restoring us
Even as we destroy you
I love that
the word for
our planet
and its skin
(its infinitesimal layer of skin)
is the same.
I can plunge
my hands into
crumbling dirt
and say, “This is earth,
This is Earth.”
I stood
in my garden
today.
And
smelled
the earth.
It smelled
like
azaleas,
Iris,
violets,
lilacs,
and
lily of the valley.
I wonder
if God
smells like
that too.
healing the blindness
Jesus knelt and wrote in dirt
they turned and left slowly
creation is good
and also necessary
for life to exist
Earth supports us
nourishes, heals, and clothes us
it is our partner
north, south, east, and west
transformation is possible
for life, love, and grace
I put my hands in
the earth and remember what
childhood feels like
Digging in the dirt,
flowing my hands over the
leaves, it feels like home
Always
Reconnects
To
Health
on his 5th, I gave him
a cute little pooh bear snow globe.
i saw it was good.
didn't take long.
But daddy, it says un-break-a-bull,
I just wanted to see.
dang it. I love you, but dang it.
Hey god, you ever felt like this?
The sun comes up and
The day begins, the earth spins
and turns day to night
I'm not sure what world we will leave our children
It seems to be human is to mistakenly believe
That nature can be managed
But nature, she is ravaged by
Our careless decisions
Our constant divisions
Between the finite & infinite
But just as fires are caused by heat or drought
Our lives are falling stars, the elements of the temporal
The sparks
We cause & the ones the earth responds with rage
What breath will be left to breathe?
What life will be enough to feed when the rain falters
Or floods?
The wilderness groans, as in labor
Is this any way to treat our Mother?
I feel you grounding me
I love the smell of the earth
Thank you for taking care of us for so long
I’m sorry that we haven’t done the same for you
Mother Earth your beauty is unmistaken
Your love for us never ending
Keep teaching us how to live connected to you
Thank you!
I watch the garbage truck
one big bag
six people
one week.
.
I look at the empty places
where my perennials didn't return,
neighbourhood of manicured lawns
stuck in cycles or growing, cutting
tended homogeneity.
And I am like those students
Robin Wall Kimmerer says
cannot imagine
we can offer good gifts,
after so much damage
that She would want us to.
I go to the garden,
aspiring as it may be.
The nasturtiums
the seeds I quietly gave up on
are sprouting.
I hear my four year old
congratulate the beans
for growing so tall
while the other
not yet two
delicately caresses each plant she sees
wanting to know their names
wanting to know them.
We put our hands in the dirt.
We talk about pollinators.
We notice the rescued milkweed
has quadrupled this year.
This isn't everything,
I know this is small.
Still we bring our small offering-
tenderness, connection,
dedication to learning.
We speak out loud
desire for mutual care
what we receive, what we give,
and we hope our naming
helps make it so.
Mother Earth teaches
processes of composting
and creating life
She teaches us much
on reciprocity and
healing together
Mother Earth teaches
us creative resistance
and paths to a new way
She reminds us now
of the need for boundaries
we can’t bare it all
Ode to Earth
You, a morning yawn in color-
You, a salt hairspray-
You, a start and finish line at the race-
You, a highway with the window down-
You, a walk-in freezer-
You, a tender friend at the doorstep-
joy blossoms at the mere sight of you,
a grounding in the soul.
If some one should me where I’m from
Maybe I will answer, from earth.
Do you have any siblings?”
Yes, I do, actually, quite a few. Would you like to hear about them?
Well, there are the trees, bumble bees, firefly’s, frogs, bluebirds, water, mountains, people of many shapes , colors and sizes…
Come to think of it, I may even be related to you!
Is earth your home too?
this was so childlike and playful. love it!
Earth
Thank you, Earth
For the rivers and the lakes
For the sunsets and the beaches
For the mountains and the fields
For the waterfalls and the dirt paths
For the flowers and the rainforests
For the birdsong and the crickets
For the fireflies and the earthworms
for the moss and for the canyons
Thank you, Earth
For restoring us
Even as we destroy you
I love that
the word for
our planet
and its skin
(its infinitesimal layer of skin)
is the same.
I love that
I can plunge
my hands into
crumbling dirt
and say, “This is earth,
This is Earth.”
Earth
I stood
in my garden
today.
And
smelled
the earth.
It smelled
like
azaleas,
Iris,
violets,
lilacs,
and
lily of the valley.
I wonder
if God
smells like
that too.
healing the blindness
Jesus knelt and wrote in dirt
they turned and left slowly
creation is good
and also necessary
for life to exist
Earth supports us
nourishes, heals, and clothes us
it is our partner
north, south, east, and west
transformation is possible
for life, love, and grace
I put my hands in
the earth and remember what
childhood feels like
Digging in the dirt,
flowing my hands over the
leaves, it feels like home
Earth
Always
Reconnects
To
Health
on his 5th, I gave him
a cute little pooh bear snow globe.
i saw it was good.
didn't take long.
But daddy, it says un-break-a-bull,
I just wanted to see.
dang it. I love you, but dang it.
Hey god, you ever felt like this?
The sun comes up and
The day begins, the earth spins
and turns day to night
I'm not sure what world we will leave our children
It seems to be human is to mistakenly believe
That nature can be managed
But nature, she is ravaged by
Our careless decisions
Our constant divisions
Between the finite & infinite
But just as fires are caused by heat or drought
Our lives are falling stars, the elements of the temporal
The sparks
We cause & the ones the earth responds with rage
What breath will be left to breathe?
What life will be enough to feed when the rain falters
Or floods?
The wilderness groans, as in labor
Is this any way to treat our Mother?
Earth
I feel you grounding me
I love the smell of the earth
Thank you for taking care of us for so long
I’m sorry that we haven’t done the same for you
Mother Earth your beauty is unmistaken
Your love for us never ending
Keep teaching us how to live connected to you
Thank you!
I watch the garbage truck
one big bag
six people
one week.
.
I look at the empty places
where my perennials didn't return,
neighbourhood of manicured lawns
stuck in cycles or growing, cutting
tended homogeneity.
.
And I am like those students
Robin Wall Kimmerer says
cannot imagine
we can offer good gifts,
cannot imagine
after so much damage
that She would want us to.
.
I go to the garden,
aspiring as it may be.
The nasturtiums
the seeds I quietly gave up on
are sprouting.
I hear my four year old
congratulate the beans
for growing so tall
while the other
not yet two
delicately caresses each plant she sees
wanting to know their names
wanting to know them.
.
We put our hands in the dirt.
We talk about pollinators.
We notice the rescued milkweed
has quadrupled this year.
.
This isn't everything,
I know this is small.
Still we bring our small offering-
tenderness, connection,
dedication to learning.
We speak out loud
desire for mutual care
what we receive, what we give,
and we hope our naming
helps make it so.