Death sits on my shoulder. It arrived some weeks ago, took its place close to my ear, let me recognize it’s presence. Now death dares to whisper out loud. It has taken me all these years to tune my ears to it’s words. Strangely I feel grateful. The urgency of its message helps me to see what is important. I realize that my own death is not the most difficult to take. The possible extinction of all human beings touches me the most.
Meanwhile I have fallen in love. My passionate romance is with the Earth. The trees took my heart first. Then I woke up to the beauty of birds. Seas and rivers have mesmerized me with their hissing songs. Giant stones and jungle foliage have held me with loving arms. But now I turn my gaze to the beauty of the human race.
Deep within, I have felt anger, almost hatred, for those who destroy the earth. Now I sense compassion rising and a deep sorrow. The thought of the extinction of bright people trying their best to wake up the world breaks my heart. Grief for our children and grandchildren spills out in tears. We have neglected the warnings of the elders to protect the earth to the seventh generation. Stuck in ego consciousness we humans need love and compassion for our soul struggles.
Death reminds me to use my time wisely. It encourages me to be a source of love for everyone I meet. My husband and I decide to be closer, to be of service, to spend our time in meaningful ways. We don’t want to distract ourselves with trivialities. The Beauty Way opens up for us. This is the way of the elders who see Life as it is.
Gratitude wells up in me for those who have helped me to soften my ego and open my heart. I would write an Ode to Mother Earth and to Human Beings. I would offer my meager gifts with love. On this unseasonal summer day, I feel myself enfolded in silence and blessed by the green of the trees. Beauty reaches out to me and I give thanks.
All my relations!