It's Earth Day

"She's givin' birth to the planet world, in her dance in her dance you can see it in her dance, a lover of the land, a lover of the land."
Mother Earth Giving Birth as her body spews the fire within. The spewing ash then nourishes the deadened land around it and gives way for the gestating seeds to sprout and grow. A volcanic eruption is Mother Earth's way of replenishing her cells. It is not about humanity, it is about Life herself.

Can we adjust our ways and view the life process as a miracle that will enable Life to continue on this ball of life we call Earth. Did you ever wonder where the word "Earth came from?" As sited on the online Etymology Dictionary:
"EARTH: O.E. eorðe "ground, soil, dry land," also used (along with middangeard) for "the (material) world" (as opposed to the heavens or the underworld), from P.Gmc. *ertho (cf. O.N. jörð, M.Du. eerde, O.H.G. erda, Goth. airþa), from PIE base *er-. The earth considered as a planet was so called from c.1400."

A rose by any other name is still a rose.... we are from the Earth as we are material beings. As we do unto the Earth we do unto ourselves.

So Today, and Everyday, let us treat the Earth as we would like to be treated ourselves; with respect, with care for good health, with love, with no malice, with nurturing and understanding.

Blessings to our home!

MOTHER EARTH SPEAKS

Breezing along Highway 89A on my regular Saturday trip to Sedona this morning, I heard Mother Earth calling out to the man in the huge earth moving truck that was working to expand the highway.

“How dare you disregard my offspring! How dare you pull from my body the follicles that feed you? I have begotten the ones whose roots tentacle down into my skin to be replenished so that they may grow and bear fruit for you. As you, and your kind, bulldoze the epidermal layer of my body you play like ill-mannered children who have not been taught to value anything but yourselves, and you toss away the life I have given you as if it were your own waste material.

How dare you forget that even your own waste material is of value when disposed of deep into the ground, then covered over, so that it may decompose and feed itself back to my body as nourishment for the next cycle of being. How dare you dig deeper, ripping and tossing, as your siblings the Creosote Bush, the Yucca Plant, the Prickly Pear, are crying out in anguish and pain?

When your large, yellow, metal, ride toy on large black rubber wheels roll over the hills and valleys of my exquisite body, the pathways I have formed to move the waters and provide the prickly habitats for indigenous critters are demolished. You have left water on over night, to soften my body so that you can carve it away in a few days, which has turned to ice and brought shivers to the lizards. As you tear into my body, take lubricant from my veins, water from my cells, and explode missiles down deep in my belly, why do you wonder about my quaking, the uncontrolled spilling of my waters, and the shifting of my skeleton?

How dare you mix the very lubricant of my body, with the minerals of my own life support to create a sealant that will not allow my skin to breath and my offspring to survive? Isn’t the road you have here enough?”

Road to Sedona
© Shayna DeArmon 2001

Finding Nature Indoors

Today I find myself in-doors. The windows are open, and I am organizing the stuff I have in the extra two bedrooms. Freshening up, one would call it. The breeze gently moves the white lace curtains in the kitchen and the sparkly purple twirly thing with long 1 inch wide "tassels" dangles by the window in one of the bedrooms. The air moves and things become alive in the house. Of course my indoor plants are happy for the fresh spring air caressing their leaves. The sun is still shining in and there is light in this shelter with four walls I live in. I turn on the gas stove and I have brought fire into my home to help me cook the eggs from my chickens in the back yard. Water pours out of my faucet as I clean the dishes. Every thing that is in my home is made from earth, including this computer. I can see the mountain through the glass (sand ) windows of the bedrooms.

Hummmmm, one thinks, Is there really a division from outdoors to indoors? I have found Earth, Air, Fire and Water within my four walls.

Now that I notice it.. there really isn't any difference at all... the confines of the walls makes it feel like there is a separation... However, as quantum physics tells us, there really isn't any solid thing after all! Actually it's all moving particles...And When I am inside, I am outside. It's just all a matter of perspective.

As I get closer to the realization that everything is connected and I am not separate from any of it, I begin to Know that All that is; is Nature.

WoW, It's Bloomin' Out There!

What a Wonder-ous time of the year it is --- Spring.. Reminds us all of new life! Yes, it can happen.. we can completely go dormant, then Spring into New Life! Resurgence, hummm, what does that mean? To rise again.

Can Spring teach us how to rise again, day after day, week after week, year after year? How come we humans think that life is like a ladder? How come we think that we get on the bottom step and go up, one step at a time and then reach our goal? And then what happens once we reach the top? Either we have to step down, one step at a time, or just fall all the way down and start over again.

However, Nature teaches us that there is a cycle: every day, month, and year. And within those cycles we begin to grow, change, produce, and go within or decompose, then begin again... Never ending cycle.

This morning Tree showed me her new creation for Spring:
Isn't she lovely?

Birthing a new Vision

I find myself in a place that I am very familiar with, the chance to birth a new vision for myself, to create a new way of life, to grow and flower into the beautiful artwork that Nature continuously does everyday. I learn from the natural environment that life is forever on the move. So why do I have a core belief that I am "safer" if I stay with the same job or ideals? Why do many of us live that way. Nature is our teacher, she is speaking out to us... grow, change, and become the fullness of the mature apple tree or the magnificent flower. And what happens next to the apple tree or flower? The apples drop to the ground to dispense seeds to grow new trees. The leaves fall and the branches are bare. Come Spring the buds show again and a new cycle begins. The flower starts in a seed that pops through the soil, the stem grows towards the sun, then it buds, then the petals spread and whala! we have beauty. The insects drink from the nectar of the flower and then the flower begins to wilt, die, and wait until the next cycle of life for it.

Today, I must think like the Apple Tree. I must put aside my thoughts of fear that I will not be able to grow and let it happen. Apple Tree in my back yard is budding now... And so am I. I am looking forward to seeing the fruits of my labors manifest into a way of life in which I can offer nourishment to those around me and fulfill my own destiny of life.