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?