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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a story, tracing an imbalanced past
Like the Ips Bark Beetle, we humans, too, are a crucial species in helping to maintain and care for Earth’s ingenious ecosystems. But instead we continue to carve into an already battered land (battered by us), blasting away whole Mountains, drilling and pounding and robbing and repeatedly raping the Earth of all Her resources.
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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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enlivened by the fragrance of sun-kissed desert dust
Returning home to the arroyo hondo, the deep stream, the place where i began to fall in love with the high desert, i feel suffocated. My face is covered with a mask, as is the way these days. But the suffocation goes deeper for i feel it in my bones, my soul. The pandemic has brought with it a cloud of uncertainty that enshrouds us all.
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She unearths the Wild i long to know
We all have experienced a loss of normal, and with that, an invitation (almost an urging) to unearth new ways of being in our world. Do we have the courage to wander into our own deserts to find what makes us truly human, wholly interconnected with Divine, with Wisdom, with Wild?
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a chorus of elation
The Beings of the desert have taught me to be thankful for water when it comes. This parched earth knows what it is to wait and long for water, living in uncertainty if it will ever come. So when water does come, even in the form of heavy snow, amid a cold and dark season, a song of elation erupts from the earth because the coming of water means the coming of life.
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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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