This morning, with puppy Shadow on our walk, I marveled at how not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, inside or outside (admittedly, our walk was early). Even the merchants did not open today, perhaps the one day in the entire year when nobody, except gas stations, displayed lights with movement inside.
I marvel at how cultural/religious/commercial programming can completely take over the collective unconscious, and outpicture in this manner on the one day of the year when at least Christians bend over backwards to be grateful for gifts and generous to one another. Not that they have to try. It’s built in to the season, this magical, expansive frequency field.
Might we extend the field to forever?
And might we also remember how many people have died, since Christ, due to Christianity?
Above all, we need to remember our home planet with intense gratitude and generosity. Mother Earth, and her beautiful, cyclical relationship to Father Sun, the one planet in this solar system that sits in the “goldilocks zone” (not too much, not too little sun to support liquid water).
Here’s Starhawk, thanking all those who work in service to Earth.
We give thanks for all those who are moved, in their lives, to heal and protect the earth, in small ways and in large. Blessings on the composters, the gardeners, the breeders of worms and mushrooms, the soil-builders, those who cleanse the waters and purify the air, all those who clean up the messes others have made. Blessings on those who defend trees and who plant trees, who guard the forests and who renew the forests. Blessings on those who learn to heal the grasslands and renew the streams, on those who prevent erosion, who restore the salmon and the fisheries, who guard the healing herbs and who know the lore of the wild plants. Blessings on those who heal the cities and bring them alive again with excitement and creativity and love. Gratitude and blessings to all who stand against greed, who risk themselves, to those who have bled and been wounded, and to those who have given their lives in service of the earth.
May all the healers of the earth find their own healing. May they be fueled by passionate love for the earth. May they know their fear but not be stopped by fear. May they feel their anger and yet not be ruled by rage. May they honor their grief but not be paralyzed by sorrow. May they transform fear, rage, and grief into compassion and the inspiration to act in service of what they love. May they find the help, the resources, the courage, the luck, the strength, the love, the health, the joy that they need to do the work. May they be in the right place, at the right time, in the right way. May they bring alive a great awakening, open a listening ear to hear the earth’s voice, transform imbalance to balance, hate and greed to love. Blessed be the healers of the earth.