Held in Her blood-stained calloused hands, or maybe Her teeth, i come to know She will stop at nothing to protect me, but She also tells me i must get a few scratches and callouses myself.
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home of the Wild
The arroyo hondo made my journey home quite literal on my most recent wander. i came to listen, and She spoke. Oh, She spoke.
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trust an arroyo
As i continue to discern my steps in my physical and spiritual desert wandering, soul/soles to the soil, i long to trust the natural ebb and flow, mysterious movement of the arroyos. To be gracious with myself when things run a little dry and welcome the storm waters even when they cause upheaval for they are the source of new life.
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What is eco-ministry?
What is eco-ministry? What does an eco-minister do? These are questions i am often asked when i share my passion and vocational call. Eco-ministers strive to understand not only Earth’s ecology but also our inner/interpersonal ecology, the interdependent relationships with fellow species, and the dynamic natural processes of Earth Herself.
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soles bare, now wander!
Now is the time to wander, bare soles to the soil, without the sure footing of shoes. To let all preconceived notions of who i thought i was, where i thought i was going fall away. Now is the time to find a bit of myself, a bit of my soul while getting lost out here in the desert. An ending, a death, a removal of my sure, shoed footing was necessary so that i could start to live.
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She strives on
Ignited by the endless ecological destruction and rape of the Earth, by the injustices revealed in our continuing pandemic, by the absolute disregard for Life in the attempts to return to “normal,” by the blatant attacks on our Indigenous brothers and sisters by rolling back protections of their sacred lands in the name of greed and profit, by the murders of Rayshard Brooks, George Floyd, Breonna Taylor… and the continued justifications by those who are willfully blind to the sin, the evil of racism in this country… i am enraged, i am on fire. And yet, as the fleeting, fiery desert blooms teach me, to be on fire is not enough to sustain this awakening to Life that has ignited the whole Earth community.
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the tender touch of soul-sole with soil
On this day of resurrection, whether a physical-individual-bodily one, or the resurrection of a movement grounded in love, there is one thing I now know to be certain. It was the dirt that first embraced those steps of resurrection. It is that which grounds us and gives us strength in our own death, decomposition, and birthing processes.
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these little spirals
Living into the lesson emerging from the wisdom of these seeds, I will honor this time of darkness, knowing that as the darkness grows, something in my being is taking root.
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mystifying endless sky and desert expanse
What is it about these seemingly desolate places that draw us to them? Is it because any notion we thought we had of ourselves, life, the Source, the Mystery is apophatically wiped away when confronted with this empty expanse?
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when nature was known divine manifestation
The sages who compiled the wisdom literature of the Hebrew Bible and the prophets who lived in the desert wilderness knew how to discern the Living Wisdom from the natural world around them. Looking to nature to discern how we must live with one another in a way that reflects our Source is an ancient way of deep re-membering. Re-membering that Wild from which we emerged.
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hush, can you hear Her?
Resting my hand on my now silent Friend, I feel swept up in the untamable seething anger breathing through the needles of these trees, and I have a vision of Woman Wisdom standing atop the hill’s crest unleashing Her cries.
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a desert creek says
Wandering alongside my friend, creek, winding through the red rocked canyon, I feel rushed and distracted from a longing to be there, wherever there is. But my friend is not into rushing. Slowly creek meanders curving back and forth crossing the path designed for my human meandering abilities, which causes me to slow down and take the time to marvel at her miraculous presence in a land as dry as dust.
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soils soles souls connect
This desert land and I are getting to know each other. The arroyos know they can trick me, but I am beginning to learn their tricks.
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wildly courageous
There is something special about the plants that grow here that draws me into their song. Maybe it is their resilience. Or maybe, it is their rootedness.
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eco in the golden desert
As I acclimate myself to the golden high-desert of northern New Mexico, I am discovering that eco-anything is anything but green.
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