7.5.16 Winter in July

 

I'm listening to the earth around me on a walk. 
And the color jumps from the ground. 
A fallen, barely bloomed flower. 
A scattered bouquet, loosened by wind or another earthly shaking. 
I decide to give one another life, like the burr that catches the fur of the dog. 
~ 
I'm conscious of this. 
This is not only a small, found gift I'll slip to my partner, enjoying thoughts of him while spinning the gift in my fingers until my steps meet his. 
This is a movement of the earth. This is my impact on nature. 
~ 
We build our nests like birds, picking up scraps of the earth and forever changing it. 
We consume like wildfires and leave wakes of waste like tornados. 
We're focused on the earthquake while the tsunami soaks us up to our ears in a landscape we never imagined. 
~ 
Because it started with picking up a fallen flower and giving it to others so many times that it turned into a possession. 
Something named mine or his or ours. Not Of The Earth, the plant's, or the soil's or the cow's. 
But ours. 
~ 
Soon the waters cover our mouths and our eyes glimpse the last of our legacy. 
Voiceless, we see what the animals had seen all along. 
We see that the voiceless knew better than we did, but we fell in love with the sound of our machines and the buzz of an insulated home. 
We thought these spoke for themselves but really they just deafened our sense of earthliness until natural forces had to scream us into our senses and up to our ears in the truth. 
~ 
If we rape the earth it might just rape us back. 
But if we love the earth it can love us back unimaginably. 
~ 
Love takes time and openness. It is uncomfortable and honest. 
It's not possessive, but grateful. It's selfless and sweet. 
It's thoughtful. Like walking on a sidewalk and considering the dense earth that lies deeply beneath it. 
It's seeing the leaves fall and not taking spring for granted. 
~ 
Humans belong to the earth. The earth does not belong to us. 
A system in imbalance is a flawed system. The compass is fixed in the wrong direction and a new path must be forged. 
~
"If you want something you've never had before, you must be willing to do something you've never done." ~ T. Jefferson

I'm listening to the earth around me on a walk. And the color jumps from the ground. A fallen, barely bloomed flower. A scattered bouquet, loosened by wind or another earthly shaking. I decide to give one another life, like the burr that catches the fur of the dog. ~ I'm conscious of this. This is not only a small, found gift I'll slip to my partner, enjoying thoughts of him while spinning the gift in my fingers until my steps meet his. This is a movement of the earth. This is my impact on nature. ~ We build our nests like birds, picking up scraps of the earth and forever changing it. We consume like wildfires and leave wakes of waste like tornados. We're focused on the earthquake while the tsunami soaks us up to our ears in a landscape we never imagined. ~ Because it started with picking up a fallen flower and giving it to others so many times that it turned into a possession. Something named mine or his or ours. Not Of The Earth, the plant's, or the soil's or the cow's. But ours. ~ Soon the waters cover our mouths and our eyes glimpse the last of our legacy. Voiceless, we see what the animals had seen all along. We see that the voiceless knew better than we did, but we fell in love with the sound of our machines and the buzz of an insulated home. We thought these spoke for themselves but really they just deafened our sense of earthliness until natural forces had to scream us into our senses and up to our ears in the truth. ~ If we rape the earth it might just rape us back. But if we love the earth it can love us back unimaginably. ~ Love takes time and openness. It is uncomfortable and honest. It's not possessive, but grateful. It's selfless and sweet. It's thoughtful. Like walking on a sidewalk and considering the dense earth that lies deeply beneath it. It's seeing the leaves fall and not taking spring for granted. ~ Humans belong to the earth. The earth does not belong to us. A system in imbalance is a flawed system. The compass is fixed in the wrong direction and a new path must be forged. "If you want something you've never had before, you must be willing to do something you've never done." ~T. Jefferson

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