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Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Gift of Fire

Fire Ecology Mural

Before and After
"The ecological benefits of fire include: habitat improvement, fuels reduction, species regeneration, increased nutrient cycling, and reduction of wildfire hazard. In addition, fire can create a mosaic of burned and unburned areas, resulting in natural breaks and diversity in the landscape that reduce the potential for large scale catastrophic wildfires.
Fire reduces accumulation of vegetation that can inhibit plant growth. By suppressing all wildfires, fuels begin to accumulate to unnatural levels setting the stage for future fires that are larger, more intense, and more dangerous to fight.
Many plants and animals depend on fire for survival. Periodic fire stimulates growth, plant reproduction and provides critical wildlife habitat.
In summary, natural fire is a vital process to maintain the diversity of habitats available to all species in the ecosystem."

To be here, in this body, on this Earth, at THIS moment - such an intensely beautiful gift. I feel a great mystery unfolding, simultaneously within my own mind and body and within the collective consciousness of all beings.
Since the time of the industrial revolution humanity has been driven primarily by economic motives. In our creation of this "advanced" industrial, technological society we have set off on a destructive path that is killing not only our Earth but ourselves. We slowly poison ourselves with toxic food and we endlessly consume, consume, consume - dumping our unwanted byproducts into water supplies and burying them in hopes this toxic waste will simply disappear. We watch our precious oil spill gallons upon gallons into the ocean, devastating life there for decades, altering it perhaps forever. We are held captive by an economic system that does not account for the true COST of our exploits. We've long strayed from the heart path, if we have ever found it in the first place.
I won't take it upon myself to explain the severity of our global environmental and social crisis - there are people who dedicate their lives to making this information available. Instead, I'm more interested in personal reactions to this crisis. My rational mind is giving way to my emotional body. I feel like I've shed more tears in these last months than I have in a lifetime. Selfless tears that ache and moan for mama Earth. Tears that escape my heart and fall violently from my eyes, heavy with the weight of empathy for our present condition.
But these tears do not fall idly into a bottomless pit, they drop from my eyes, forget they are tears and flow slowly, slowly to join the sea; carrying with them my fears and desperate prayers. This raw emotion becomes a catalyst, kindling for the fire beginning to burn deep within. I feel more awake than ever, for all the positive and negatives of eyes propped wide open. Its not a fluffy, bright awake where everything shines with unexplainable beauty. More like a wide ray of clarity that is spreading across my vision, giving me the gift of insight. Some information I receive with great joy and with some I feel the blood pumping through my veins and my inner ear begin to burn and vibrate.
Inside I'm screaming. Enough! Enough! Enough! We've gone on like this for too long. Somewhere deep inside of me i imagine another way of life. A way of harmony and balance. But also I know that the road leading there is treacherous. I don't imagine its paved with rainbows and dotted with butterflies, but rather that it will be a path of destruction that will tear through humanity, ultimately breaking us down farther and farther until only our core remains. This materialistic world will burn before our very eyes. It might feel like our own flesh is on fire, like we ourselves are burning up. The flames will burn down this grand illusion and maybe then will we realize the falsehood of our beloved economy and the true value of life. In nature, fire regenerates as it burns. It clears away the debris and makes way for new life.
May wild fires sweep grandly and rapidly across our consciousness clearing away the constraining thought process of dominant culture, stimulating our growth and creating space for diversity and ingenuity of thought.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Acknowledging Rage

The fury of Gaia


Toxic Food

Clearcutting forests

Rivers of plastic (Citarum, Indonesia)


I am so filled with rage and sadness. Its Overwhelming. I feel it consume my body, press down on my shoulders, pound in my head, ache in my belly. And no, I can't ignore it, I won't pretend it doesn't exist and I won't apologize for it. Visions of hot lava exploding from the Earth mesmerize me. This seems so urgent. This rage won't be held back, through the weakest points she leaks.
If all we want and all we need is to love and give love, why is it so hard to do? Why is accepting love and beauty so difficult for us? Our hearts know the truth, the purity that exists there is real. Why is it so hard to share that with others or even to remember that this pure place exists within us? Is this part of our problem? Have we forgotten this beauty inside ourselves? Instead we've become our fears, our insecurities, our past, our doubts... we've convinced ourselves of a different truth. A dark truth that whispers to us, feeding our feelings of inadequacy and unworthiness.
I'm so angry right now.
I'm angry that even when I try so hard I can't cut through this bullshit.
I'm angry that so many of us are complacently living a lie.
I'm angry that we have mistreated the Earth so very much - polluted her rivers and precious bodies of water, poisoned and pillaged her soil, her soul; burned and dismantled the secrets of her great forests.
I'm angry that we are living under the strong spell of money - that this great illusion of worth has fooled us all, reprogrammed our values and priorities; that people die because of it or for the lack of it.
I'm so fucking angry that our children are eating toxic food. That instead of nourishing their growth and health, the food we are feeding them is slowly killing them.
I'm angry that we have so much potential, so many choices, so many ways to be and still, we continue to make the same mistakes - we continue on this path of destruction.
Enough is enough!
I sit by the creek, watch the flow of the water, I cry, I scream, release this rage. So so much to scream about. I don't need to hold this in, I do not own this anger.
Instead I pray. I pray. I pray.
I pray we wake up.
I pray your cries of distress lift us to our feet, call us to action.
I pray for clean water, I pray for healthy food, I pray for peace.
I pray that we remember this Earth is our Mother, our source, to whom we are endlessly connected and indebted to.
Above all, I pray for love. I pray that we can learn to truly love each other and to truly love ourselves. Or at least that we never stop trying.
I pray that I find the strength to transform this rage into action.
I pray we find a new story rising from the ashes.
Oh Mother, please hear my prayers.

* Edited to add:
I thought about taking this down, because as quickly as it arises, the rage disappears. But, it needs to be heard, it needs to be witnessed in order to let it go. As I mentioned in the beginning, I won't ignore it or apologize for it. The writing helps me process emotions that can be too overwhelming.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Unrest in Her Belly

Volcano and Aurora

Fire from her belly

Clouds of ash choke the air

"Yes, creation is moving toward us; life is moving toward us all the time. We back away, but it keeps pushing toward us. From radiant space, from luminous darkness, it is approaching us. The elder brothers and sisters see that we have wounded the world, but creation still comes forward. Some of the elder brothers and sisters see that each of us bears the wound that we have suffered upon the Earth. And with this, life cannot help but move toward us. Prophecy and story remind us to turn toward creation, toward our extended self. Through the body of imagination, we are reminded of the World Body that gives us life. By destroying this body, we destroy ourselves. By restoring this body, we shall be restored"
- Joan Halifax,
The Fruitful Darkness


Unrest in her Belly

The Earth, she screams
her molten tears
melt the landscape
transform it,
our security becoming
less and less certain,
a little more questioning
every time the Earth shakes.

Wake up, she screams
as ash clouds fill the sky
turning light to dark,
tumultuous skies
disrupt flight patterns
no more business as usual,
our systems fail
we are masters of no one,
we're mere puzzle pieces,
with illusions of control.

The Earth, she roars
how many cities must fall
before we truly hear
our buildings crumbling
foundations cracking,
empires crashing down?
There is unrest in her belly
and fear in our hearts,
are we ready for a new dawn?
Are we ready for a new way?