“Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.”
~ John Muir
Happy Earth Day (and happy birthday to John Muir)! This morning I enjoyed reading a lovely post by Jodi Sky Rogers (I also borrowed the Muir quote from her e-newsletter):
…mosses are a whole unknown world, in fact, a whole Universe of wisdom. They say that ‘rolling stones don’t gather moss.’ So to drink in great worlds of wisdom we must be still just like ancient rocks and boulders who rest in peaceful presence for eons and then allow the insights that rise from the Universe and from the quiet stirring within us so grow like moss on the moist edges of our consciousness.
I also enjoyed reading about this simple and powerful Earth Day Ritual from Peg Conway:
Let us bless the source of life that brings forth bread from the earth.
Let us bless the source of life that ripens fruit on the vine.
A beautiful sunset provided a perfect closing rite.
I signed the new Pagan Community Statement on the Environment:
…We are earth, with carbon, nitrogen and phosphorus making up our bodies one day, and incorporated into mountains the next. We are air, giving food to the trees and grasses when we exhale, and breathing in their gift of free oxygen with each breath. We are fire, burning the energy of the Sun, captured and given to us by plants. We are water, with the oceans flowing in our veins and the same water that nourished the dinosaurs within our cells.
We are connected to our families, through links of love, to their relatives, and so on to the entire human species. Our family tree goes back further than the rise of humans, including all mammals, all animals, and all life on Earth. The entire Earth is our immense and joyous family reunion.
We feel these connections in a spiritual way. The web of life includes strands that tug on our hearts, thread through our essential nature, and weave us into a spiritual whole. As part of the body of life on Earth, we care about the health of all parts of the body.
My kids and I spent hours this morning outside building houses for trolls the way I used to do when I was a kid. We laid on our backs on the earth and admired the way the tree branches make patterns against the sky. We delighted in tiny flowers, found a magical patch of moss, ate a few pinches of oxalis, and had a picnic.
Yesterday we planted a buckeye tree and this afternoon we planted lavender, motherwort, white sage, calendula, and evening primrose. Life feels sweet and full of growth.
Thanks so sharing! Blessings to you