Infinite light - it hums within all things. Even the darkest eggs eventually crack, spilling white and yellow. So when you meet or confront darkness, have a pan, some butter, and salt ready. For it's a nourishing meal when it breaks, spilling and revealing its true purpose - to feed and nourish, to help you grow.
You are still so afraid of conflict, of disagreement - even mild ones. You want a lot - freedom, liberation, knowledge, and experience. You want adventure and courage and nature and art. And yet you feel tethered by obligation, expectation. You feel a little stuck and afraid you're going to one day look up and realize that you're old, bored, and sad. Oooh. So grab your authentic voice, ask it to holler (not whisper) its desires. And then make stuff happen! Don't let fear rule the day or the life!
Come. Make her offerings of maple soup. Sit by her bedside. Write her poems on birch bark.
She will revive her vitality. But it will take gratitude, sincerity, and simplicity. It will take remorse. And it will take devotion to evolution. We must renounce our abuses, transcend capitalistic plans, and allow her abundant body to mend.
Come. Be a rebuilder of life. Be a holder of light. Be a co-creator of love. Free the wild from the excessive burdens of humans. If we help her, she will heal. And if we save her, she will save us. She is the Queen of Peace. She is our collective cottage, our wild home, our Earth Mother. Oh let her live! She is the village. She fills the wells, feeds the animals, and brings our breath. And yet, we forget to be with her and to thank her. We can be so spoiled and bratty, can't we? Look at us running away from home. Look at us complaining and whining. We want it all and quickly. We expect life to be constantly cozy and incredibly easy. We don't want it to teach us all it has to teach us. We hide from life and we hide from The Queen of Peace because we know how honest they can be. Life is life. It is what it is. And she is the clear pond, the silent stones, and the still mountain. Both speak with silent clarity, with surrender and harmony.
Be conscious, The Queen of Peace says, and live with delicate awareness. Life is about need. Life is not about excess. I am powerful, gorgeous, resilient, brilliant, gentle, and wise, yes, and yet, I am not infinite. I cannot, and will not, make you every silly little thing forever. Eventually, you will learn that your precious brown packages will never deliver you your deliverance. So please, stop loving your free shipping and love the moss, the moose, and the bear. Bathe in the blue sea and dance through the open air. Love the grass and the fern and the fir and the ivy. Love the bugs, the birds, the whales, and the wooded hills. Stop hiding from me! Stand at the edge of a stream. Feel the sun seep through your skin. Listen. I will not hurt you. And anyway, it'll all catch up with you eventually. Life isn't meant to be cheap and easy. Let life bring you what you need. Let it bring you your learning. It is a journey - one of turns and bluffs and gulleys. Only the Divine knows that deeper than me. You too can be resilient and brilliant, wise, powerful, gorgeous, and gentle. So please, be. Balance your needs and your excessivenesses. Be nourished and satisfied, not a servant to sensory hankering. You do not need all the things.
How might I abandon my greed for unnecessary things? For too many things? For over-pleasing? For hoarding? How might I abandon my greed for convenient things? The order and delivery? The excessive driving? The plastic sacks? The trash? All the little toys and clothes and gadgets that spawn and spread in closets and bins and cabinets? How might I be meek and abundant, authentic and nourished? How might I be powerful, gorgeous, resilient, brilliant, gentle, and wise? I want us to gather in a community of consciousness. I want us to honor and save our sacred beloved queen. To be with this mess and help her heal.
I will begin with more homemade meals. I will begin with more local food, fewer packages, and less driving. I will begin with less stuff and more time with the trees.
Sweeping with a broom.
Washing with a wet cloth.
Filling the pellet stove.
Making dough.
Baking bread.
Cracking eggs.
Folding towels.
Making beds.
There is simple work around me. Simple work of the hands. And simple work of the patient mind. This work is like a calm pond in the wild hurricane winds of complex social communication. Simple work grounds me. It slows me down and fills me with a practical, humble peace.
Do you ever drive in traffic and look around and slowly pass places that are usually blurs and notice all the intricacies, all the lines, all the vines, all the leaves and pines, growing there? Just that's the place where they landed and so that's the place where they're growing and they will just continuously stretch into the sun and drink the rain.
The wild is so resilient.
And the wild is so generous.
And the wild is an inspiration to me and perhaps to you because no matter what, it just keeps on growing.
Infinite light - it hums within all things. Even the darkest eggs eventually crack, spilling white and yellow. So when you meet or confront ...
