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Thank you for welcoming me into your community. Happy almost May Day, and happy belated Earth Day! I am come to speak to
you today about what Earth-based spiritualities have to teach, the wisdom contained within those traditions that you might
wish to hear. First, I want to share with you some words by Susan Griffin:
"I know I am made from this earth, as my mother's hands were made from this earth, as her dreams were made from this
earth, and this paper, these hands, this tongue speaking, all that I know speaks to me through this earth and I long to tell
you, you who are earth too, and listen as we speak to each other of what we know: the light is in us." (Susan Griffin)
So what do I mean when I say "Earthbased Spiritualities?" There are many definitions of that phrase; some mean
it to include all of the religions that are not part of the big five "world" religions; especially the tribal religions,
the local religions, the religions that are so much a part of a people's lives that there may be no separate word translatable
as "religion," the religions of peoples who see spirit in all things, who speak to the ancestors, who honor the
gods and goddesses of this place. These religions are important, and often overlooked or, when they are noticed, appropriated
by members of the dominant culture who seek for authenticity, for another spiritual path than the one they grew up in. Today
I will not be speaking of these ancient, usually unbroken or at least surviving traditions of indigenous peoples, though they
have much to teach us, if we will listen. I have not the authority nor the permission to speak of these paths, though many
would call them "earthbased."
What I will speak about today are what most people mean when they say "Earth-based spiritualities" -- the new
religions and spiritual paths that have arisen in the past 50 years that take their inspiration from the ancient religions
of Europe, and sometimes of the Near East and Egypt, creatively reconstructing the beliefs and practices of their ancestors.
For the last 30 years or so, some women and men in America primarily of European descent have been seeking for a spiritual
connection that they did not find in the churches within which they were raised. I have called this search "Modern Mysticism,"
and I use it to refer to the New Age, the Western re-interpretations of Eastern beliefs, the rise of Penetcostal Chrisitanity,
Feminist Spirituality, and the modern Neopagan movement, all of which have in common the search for an immediate experience
of the divine, the sacred in the everyday, an individualized spirituality that may be tied to no one tradition, or may be
composed of elements borrowed from many other traditions, tailor-made to fit onself. Sound familiar? Earthbased Spiritualities
are part of this trend -- Neopaganism and the Goddess movement. The Neopagan movement is made up of the modern Witchcraft
traditions and also the reconstructionist movements of various ethnic cultures. Neopagans are longing to connect with their
roots, their own tribal history, the religions their ancestors followed when they were not so divorced from the earth, from
the natural world, from the body, and from the wonder of the sacred. In our modern, often disconnected age, these folks look
for connections -- to heritage, to ancestors, to nature, to the divine, to power that is not in a dominator model -- power
with rather than power over, as Starhawk puts it. They look for magic, for a sense of the spiritual power in each of us and
in the world. Neopaganism includes the branches of modern Witchcraft, such as the Gardnerians, the Alexandrians, the ecofeminist
Reclaming tradition of Starhawk's, feminist Dianic Witchcraft, and many others. It also includes much of the Goddess movement,
made up primarily of women who work with female images of the Divine, and who are found not only among Witchcraft and Neopagan
communities but also within Christianity and Judaism. It also includes the various groups trying to re-create in the present-day
the pre-Christian religions of the Old World, such as the many Druid organizations, Celtic spirituality groups, the various
Norse heathen groups, ancient Egyptian religion, the religions of Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, Ancient Canaan and Mesopotamia.
To their practitioners, these religions give a sense of connection, a sense of identity, a sense of the possibility of finding
other ways of living in the world than that of our American consumerist, dominator, disconnected culture.
Immanence of the Divine is perhaps one of the most important features of Neopaganism. If the Sacred is actually present,
in a real way, in the natural world, in the Earth, in animal and plant life, in each human being, then our relationship to
the world around us must change. We are not just interconnected -- all things are sacred, all things are places for us to
experience the Divine. The Divine is not elsewhere, a transcendent being whom we must ascend from our lives, from the earth,
to join. The Divine is here, now, all around us. The Sacred is within us, within all the Earth, within all the cosmos. Things
are not just symbols of the Goddess -- they *are* the Goddess. An immanent religion emphasizes experience, embodied experience,
physical actions and sensory cues that bring us into an awareness of the presence of the Sacred all around us. The Sacred
is the web of life, and the web of life is divine.
Our Earthbased religions are usually Mystery religions -- the mysteries cannot be told, not because we are hiding something,
but because a Mystery must be experienced. If it could be spoken about or explained, it would not be a Mystery. The Mysteries
give rise to poetry, to art, to the ecstatic perception of the cosmos. But the Mysteries must be experienced to be known.
Our rituals are experiential -- you cannot "watch" them, you cannot read about them. To really "get" the
ritual, you must experience it, go through it.
I came to this path through my feminism. I found the Goddess, and She helped me find new ways of experiencing myself as
a woman, of being in the world, of interacting with nature, than I had found in my previous explorations of New Age and other
forms of individualized spirituality. The Goddess movement made me "come to my senses" in my spiritual path, giving
me an embodied religion, a sense of the sacred within the physical, and the sensual side of the Numinous.
Most Neopagans would willing embrace the 7 principles of the Unitarian Universalist Church -- they share the progressive
thinking, the commitment to social justice, to the environment, to the rights of the individual, and the acceptance of individuals'
unique spiritual paths. Many Neopagans have found happy homes in UU congregations, and I'm sure you know the CUUPS, which
provides fellowship and rituals for Neopagans within the UU fold. So -- what do Earthbased spiritualities have to teach us?
I believe part of the wisdom of these traditions is how we perceive the sacred through the physical, the sensual -- through
the bodymind. It is to "come to our senses" -- to know ourselves as cyclical, physical beings, to feel ourselves
and to feel the Earthbody go through the dance of the seasons, to honor non-linear time by participating in the Earthbody's
cycles, to use the body to apprehend the Sacred, to know our bodies as sacred and the natural world as sacred.
The Judeo-Christian tradition, especially the Protestant Christian traditions, has grave suspicions of the body and the
physical. The body (and so the world) is seen as problematic at best -- something to be transcended, tamed, disciplined --
and evil at worst -- the occasion of sin, the devil's playground. We split the mind from the body, spirit from the body, we
talk about the body as if it were a possession or a garment, rather than an intrinsic part of ourselves. We compartmentalize
the mind and body, and this makes it easier to compartmentalize man and woman, black and white, business and ethics. The
dangers of religions that emphasis transcendence is that the body and so by extension the earth, the senses, the natural world,
and usually women, are devalued. The flesh is at best the temporary and not very satisfactory housing for the spirit. Even
the Eastern religions stress that this world is illusion, that we must transcend the body and seek to escape this world.
Earthbased spiritualities do not seek to escape from our bodies or the world -- we're not on our way to anywhere else. We
are here, fully, gloriously, our feet firmly planted in the mud. We honor the mind as well as the body, the spirit as well
as the material, the dark as well as the light, not separating them into opposites of which only one is good. We speak of
the bodymind. We speak of the Earthbody, and as ourselves as part of Gaia's body. The pleasures and pains of the body are
accepted not as punishments or trials or obstacles, but as deep ways of knowing and being in the world. "All acts of
love and pleasure are my rituals," says the Goddess in one of our well known prayers. We use our senses, our bodies,
to connect with the Sacred and to understand and touch the Earthbody. Yes, many people, especially wonderful folks like you
in the Unitarian Church, strongly believe in supporting the Earth, stopping pollution, recycling, etc., but think how these
ideas might change or shift or deepen somehow if instead of intellectual concepts, they emerged our of our felt, lived experience
of the Earth not just as our home but as the body of the Divine?
It is important for us in our often alienated, patriarchal culture to know our bodies as sacred. Men and women are taught
implicitly if not explicitly that our bodies are, well, if not downright evil, then suspect, a trap for the mind or spirit.
We are told through the media, through ideas implicit in our postChristian culture, that our bodies are impure, never right,
never good enough, that our changing bodies are wrong, that death is abnormal, that ageing in our bodies is a crime. If you
look at small children, they are at home in their bodies. They think their bodies are just fine, and they inhabit them fully
and joyously. But our culture works on that. Men are taught that they must not feel all through their bodies, but must live
mostly in the mind -- and give their bodies free reign only in sports or sex -- hence the huge importance of these two pursuits
in male culture -- the only places men are allowed to fully feel their bodyminds. It is even more important for women to
know their bodies as sacred. Women's bodies have been the screen on which we have projected so many of our worst fears --
of death, of pleasure, of ageing, of being cyclical, of being irrational, of being messy, of being too intertwined with another
person. Our culture does not trust interdependence -- we are all enjoined to be the lone cowboy. It is revolutionary for women
and men to feel all of themselves, their bodyminds, to be sacred. In ritual, pracitioners of Earthbased spiritualities use
our bodies -- we see, we smell, we touch, we move, we hear, we make sound, we gesture, we dance, we taste -- we reach the
Divine by means of the body, through the senses.
Starhawk says the Goddess is her metaphor for this web of life, for the life force that pulses through all things. She,
as do I, chooses to name this sacred force Goddess, because it is important to change the way we conceive of Deity, because
it is time that women and men related to a divine female. Women have been so strongly associated, usually in a negative way,
with the body, with nature, with all that is messy, particular, sensual, physical, cyclical, and changeable. We claim this
as sacred. We speak of the Goddess' body, of her physical features, and this reminds us that our own bodies are sacred. We
speak of her cycles, of the changes she goes through, and this reminds us that the divine is not a fixed, unchanging eternal
being, but a process, like ourselves, and not only the eternal, the fixed and unchanging is holy, but also process, change,
cycles that go round and return. Death and decay are holy. They are not something to be feared, to be avoided, denied or
saved from, but an intimate part of our process, the messy, beautiful, cycle of life and death.
So we meet together, we do rituals honoring the Earthbody, honoring the Sacred, imaging the Sacred as female or invoking
male holy figures that are not omnipotent, not punitive, but embedded in the natural world. By doing this we challenge ourselves
to break out of old ways of thinking and acting. Carol P. Christ says that if we do away with an old symbol system but do
not replace it with something else, in times of trouble and turmoil we will revert to the familiar forms of the old system,
with all the alienating ideas they contain. We who practice Earthbased spiritualities may not agree on the nature of the
Divine, may not all be trained in the same tradition, but we agree to work with a common symbol system in order to make meaning
in the world. We let those symbols speak to us, not only intellectually, but viscerally, emotionally, through story and ritual
and song and dance. We experience them. And by doing so, we come to know in a different way. Rather than discuss doctrine,
we drum together. Instead of arguing the nature of divinity, we prefer to experience the Sacred in ritual. We disagree,
we talk, we form new groups if we don't like the way our old one practices -- but as we are not a monotheistic tradition,
we do not see difference and diversity as the end of unity. There is always room for another expression of the Divine, for
another group and its ways, for a new ritual format.
Moreover, we who celebrate Earthbased religions are in a relationship with the Sacred. We do this, as do many religions,
through prayer, through praise, but primarily we do it through ritual, through physical behaviors. It is in ritual that we
know we are in touch with, are involved with, are in relationship with the Sacred. I have friends who believe the Sacred
to be discrete entities, I have friends who believe the Sacred is the life force within all things, I have friends who believe
the Sacred is a metaphor to speak about our connection to the Earthbody -- all these are valid ways of talking about the
Sacred. But whatever we believe, we experience the Sacred in ritual. We make contact with that numinous force, that transforming
agent that differentiates a ritual from either an empty ceremony or a party. Sometimes we must go through ceremonies, and
parties are always good to have. But it is the presence of the Sacred, the experience of the Sacred through our bodies, that
makes it a ritual.
[I know many people in various spiritual communities, including the New Age movement, and even Neopaganism, who are more
comfortable working with the elements of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, abstract concepts of actual tangible things, than with
the Sacred in the form of a Deity/Deities. They are often very uncomfortable with anthropomorphic Deity, or even a suggestion
that the Sacred has a form of any kind. However, I want to suggest the benefits of working with images of personified Deity/ies,
the Sacred expressing itself through or inhabiting a human-style image or symbol, though some might call this limiting or
be uncomfortable with this idea: relating to the Sacred in personified image, that has a physical form or body of some kind,
helps keep us grounded -- makes the sacred literally embodied, makes us remember that matter is infused with spirit, and that
spirit is part of matter, helps us to see our own physical body and those of all beings around us as sacred, helps us undertake
a relationship with the Sacred.] We don't just think about the web of life, we sing to it, we dance with it, we listen to
it, we reciprocate and interact with it. And when we do ritual together we use the body, we use our senses, our physical
sensual selves, to perceive the Sacred, and to perceive our connection with all that is. By doing this, we strengthen our
own awareness of the Holy, our own awareness of unity, of the Numinous, of our place in the world.
I'm not used to talking about these things so much. In my religious tradition, we do not have sermons -- we do together.
So I would like to ask you to have an embodied experience together, to do a small ritual. Please stand, if you are able.
Take the hands of those next to you. Breathe deeply into your belly. In, out. In , out. And as you breathe, feel roots
sprouting from the base of your spine. As you breathe in, out, these roots travel downward, with each breath. Through your
thighs, your legs, your feet. Through the floor, the concrete, the earth beneath this building. With each breath, down through
the dirt and rocks, down, down, till you reach the molten center of the Earth Herself. Now as you breathe in and out, feel
the hot energy of the Earth rise in your roots, rising higher with each breath, up through the rocks, through the dirt, through
the clay, through the cement. Up through your feet, up your calves, your knees, your thighs, your pelvis. With each breath
draw that fiery earth energy up along your spine, up to your shoulders. Feel it move out along your arms, and flow out to
the hands of the people next to you. With each breath feel that hot energy move up your neck, through your head, till it bursts
out the top of your head like branches of a tree, reaching up. Feel some of those branches sweep back down to touch the ground,
returning the energy to the Earth. With each breath feel the energy come up, out and down, making a circuit, making a circle.
Feel the energy leap from hand to hand, from branch to branch as we make a circle horizontally as well as vertically. Making
circles with each breath.
Now feel sound start to build up from your core. Start to hum with your mouths closed. Feel your lips buzz with the sound.
Feel your belly fill with air and push it out. Listen to the sound you are making. Listen to the sound we all are making
as one. Slowly, as you feel it, let the sound rise in pitch. When we feel we want to, we will make the sound "MA,"
a universal "mother" sound, using this sound vibration to raise some energy from ourselves and the world around
us. Listen to each other, feel how we are one unit as we do this. When the energy peaks, I will lead us in a blessing.
Take your hands and place them on your forehead. We will call on the Sacred, on the Source of Life/Goddess/God/the Web
of Life, however you wish to think of it, for a blessing. Draw a symbol sacred to you. Say "Blessed be my brain, that
I may conceive of the Sacred and of my own power." "Blessed be my eyes, that I may see Your beauty and my own."
"Blessed be my mouth that I might always speak my truth." If you are a woman: "Blessed be my breasts, formed
in strength and beauty, that I may nourish myself and those I love," or if you are a man: "Blessed be my arms, formed
in strength and beauty, that I may support and hold myself as well as others." "Blessed be my sex, that I may create
what I chose to create, and that I may know pleasure." "Blessed be my legs and feet, that I may dance and walk upon
my path." "Blessed be my hands that I may do Your work in the world." "Bless me, for I am sacred."
Look to your neighbors to each side. Look in their eyes, touch them and say to one another, "I bless you, you are sacred."
Now breathe! Blessed be.
Thank you for walking on this journey with me!
"We know ourselves to be made from this earth. We know this earth is made from our bodies. For we see ourselves.
And we are nature. We are nature seeing nature. We are nature with a concept of nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of
nature to nature." -- Susan Griffin
I am indebted to the works of Charlene Spretnak, Carol P. Christ, and Starhawk in influencing my thinking about this
subject., in particular Spretnak's "States of Grace," Christ's "Rebirth of the Goddess: Finding Meaning in
Feminist Spirituality," and Starhawk's "Dreaming the Dark." The self-blessing is adapted from the self-blessings
learned from both Z Budapest and Ruth Barrett.
2) The Earth is Our Mother: Honoring Mothers and the Earth
on Mother’s Day
Sermon given by Kerry Noonan on May 11, 2008.
Happy Mother’s Day! I want to thank you for inviting me here today, and making me part of your Mother’s Day celebrations. Of course, it is important to honor mothers all the time, not just on one day a year
– I say this both as a daughter and a mother. But it is wonderful to have
this day set aside to show our appreciation for all that our mothers do for us, and for the love and care they give us. Whether
you get along with your own mother or not, whether you are a mother or not, I hope you take time today to show your appreciation
for all the often unseen and unsung work that mothers do to keep our world together and running smoothly.
This holiday has interesting roots – it
wasn’t just invented by Hallmark. England has had “Mothering Sunday”
for a long time, at the end of Lent. Originally connected to the cult of the
Virgin Mary, Christianity’s holy mother, it became a day when servants were given the day off to go home and spend the
day with their mothers, and evolved into a day celebrating all mothers. In the U.S.,
a holiday honoring mothers was first suggested by Julia Ward Howe, who wrote “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,”
in the 1870s, in reaction against the carnage of the Civil War and the Franco-Prussian war. She declared a Mother’s
Peace Day, to unite women in working against war, to be celebrated in June. She succeeded in having it celebrated for around
10 years, but ultimately was unable to get governmental sanction for it. Howe
had been influenced by Ann Marie Reeves Jarvis, a young Appalachian homemaker who, starting in 1858, had attempted to improve
sanitation through what she called "Mothers’ Friendship Day." She later worked to heal the divide between Confederates
and Unionists after the Civil War through these mothers’ days. Her daughter,
Anna Jarvis, was the one who finally succeeded in introducing Mother's Day in the sense that we celebrate it today. Anna believed
children often neglected to appreciate their mother enough while the mother was still alive. In 1907, two years after her
mother's death, Anna Jarvis started her campaign to establish a national Mother’s Day to
“honor mothers, living and dead." Anna's work bore fruit when on May 9, 1914, President Wilson declared the 2nd
Sunday of May to be observed as Mother's Day to honor mothers, and we have done so ever since.
Traditions honoring mothers go back more than
100 years, of course. Our ancestors in Greece
honored Rhea, and Gaia, both considered Earth Goddesses and so Mothers of all. In ancient Rome,
Juno the Queen of Heaven was honored during a feast called Matronalia, during which ordinary mothers were also honored by
their families. Many cultures have or had Goddesses who were not only mothers of divine children but also considered mothers
of humanity, and as people honored them, earthly mothers shared in their glory, reflections and representatives of those sacred
Mothers.
As many of you know, I am a practitioner of Neopaganism
– I am part of a tradition in that spiritual family that focuses on experiencing the Sacred as female – as Goddess.
For me and many like me, it is important for us to imagine the divine in female form – as Daughter, as Lover, as Wise
Old Woman, and as Mother. In doing so, we not only shift our mental perception of our relationship with the divine, we also
change our perception of women. Women become a direct reflection of the Sacred
in a more specific way, and hopefully this makes us think about them differently. It
is harder to ignore, dismiss, or trivialize a person who is a direct image of the divine – perhaps this will make us
less prone to ignore, dismiss, or trivialize women, women’s speech, and
women’s lives. And imagining the Sacred as Mother Goddess highlights aspects of Her we might not have thought much about,
brings out certain emotional responses from us, as well as expands our ideas about what mothers are and are worth. Divine mothers are not only nurturing, giving, loving, sweet, and embracing – they are also fierce
as mother bears, protective, destructive, and active agents in their own stories. Remember
Demeter, the Grain Mother Goddess of Greece,
daughter of Rhea the earth and granddaughter of Gaia, the primordial Earth Mother? When
her daughter was taken from her, and no one would tell her where she was or help her in her search, Demeter raged and staged
the first sitdown strike. She refused to make anything grow. To find her daughter, she struck against deities and humans, withholding nourishment, her lifegiving plants,
until someone helped her find her daughter.
In our culture we tend to think of mothers as
both all-powerful (she is almost entirely responsible for how her children turn out, especially according to Freud) and not
quite a full person – she is the invisible provider of food, comfort, clean clothes and clean house, and magic boo-boo
healing kisses, and the audience for all her children’s achievements and stories.
She is blamed for loving too much (too clinging) or not enough (too cold), for staying home or for working outside
the home, for focusing too much on her children or focusing too much on her spouse.
As the poem I read earlier makes clear (The Lanyard by Billy Collins http://www.webdelsol.com/Five_Points/issues/v7n1/collins.htm), children take for granted that mothers will do all the million things necessary for a child to be healthy and
happy – clean, cook, keep track of toys and appointments, arrange and drive
them to classes, playdates and games, supervise homework, mediate fights, heal the sick, remain loving when children are boorish,
rude, or nasty, untangle hair, teach important skills like jumping rope or blowing bubbles, play endless games of dolls, superheroes
or house, find lost socks, homework, balls, teddy bears, etc., laugh heartily as if for the first time at knock knock jokes,
banish monsters, breastfeed, change diapers, calm nightmares, and wake up at break of day ready and willing to play. If a mother does not do these things, children notice and become upset. Children want
Mommy’s attention all the time (except when they don’t) and become agitated and feel hard done by if these tasks
are not performed by mothers. My own mother warned me when I was pregnant -- she told me that mothering is a job that is “24-7,
no lunch hour, no breaks, no sick days.” I remember my own childhood, and
I was sure that my mother loved the endless plays I put on, was always taken in by my perennial April Fool’s gag, and
had no other thought than to center her life around me and meeting all my emotional and physical needs. It’s always
a shock when a child discovers that mother had a life before the child was born, that she actually likes talking to grownups,
that she is a person in addition to being a mother. And no child likes it when Mother says no, sets limits, or metes out punishment.
We want her to be all loving, all giving, all centered upon us and our wants.
Much has been written about the symbiotic bond
between mother and baby, that overlaps to mother and child – the bodies that were one and are now two, whose hormone
cycles are in sync while nursing, the empathic connection that can both frustrate and reassure a child. “I’m cold, put on a sweater” is a worn cliche, but speaks to this overlap of two beings.
In our American culture, we value independence so much more than interdependence, and so we are very ambivalent about our
mothers. Our interdependence with her troubles us deeply at times, revealing
that we have not become the solitary, self-sufficient being American culture pushes us to be. Her criticism hurts most, her
praise is often discounted (“You have to say that, you’re my mother”).
The mother-child relationship is the surest,
most long-lived relationship most of us will ever have. Yet we do not value it in the same way we value other relationships.
We do not see there is work in it – we think it is natural, meaning without effort or volition. We talk of marriage being “work,” and congratulate people who have been married, or in long-term
relationships, for many years, telling them we are impressed and inspired by the longevity of their pairing. Many of us have had temporary relationships that have lasted from a few weeks to several years, which came
apart due to conflict or disappointment. Yet we never say to a child or mother,
“Wow, you’ve been together 48 years, that’s amazing! How do you do it?” We do not celebrate birthdays as the anniversaries of these relationships. We simply assume that mothers
will love us and be there for us as a matter of course, and if a mother is not, we think her a terrible failure, an awful
person.
Just as I want to call
attention to our assumptions about our mothers – how we expect mothers to care for and put up with us for years on end,
with only sporadic bursts of appreciation or care in return – I want to point out that I think it is no accident that
so many cultures think of the earth as a mother – and how this plays out in how we approach and treat the earth. What
does it mean that we call the earth “mother?” Well, the earth gives
rise to and nourishes all that lives – in this Earth is a mother, from whose body life emerges and is fed and sustained.
The contours of the earth have been seen by peoples ancient and modern as the contours of a woman’s body, whether hills
and valleys, uplifted peaks, crevasses and caves. When we say “Mother Earth,”
we are affirming the deep connection between women’s bodies and the earth as body – both manifest life in tangible,
visible ways.
Traditional cultures usually
have an Earth Goddess, Mother of all. We in the post-Enlightenment West still
retain this idea when we speak of Mother Nature, when in our thinking we have associated women with nature (as opposed to
man with culture). Often we Neopagans believe that if all people would see the
earth as the Goddess, as Mother, then we would not treat Her as we do, polluting and despoiling Her. Yet sometimes I think
that even with our metaphor of Mother Earth, even if we truly saw the earth as Goddess, we might still treat Her as we do. I don’t want to believe this, but I have a sneaking suspicion it is so. I think this is because of what we expect from mothers.
We treat the Earth as we treat a mother –
we expect her always to be there for us, to feed and care for us. We expect her
to do this even if we are neglectful or misbehaving, even if we throw tantrums or bite. We want her to take care of us, and
never want to think of what she needs, or that she might have a life beyond us. No,
we must have her full attention, and she must give the best of herself to us. When we make messes, we are childish enough
to think that Mommy Earth will always clean up after us – and that we can defray her anger with a cute smile. We don’t
want to think of our siblings as needing Mother Earth’s attention – no, we are the most important thing in her
life! And we get upset and angry when she vents her wrath through natural disasters,
or limits our behavior, threatening punishment if we go too far – what else is global warming? We do not believe Her
when she says “No” to our endless “Gimme, gimme, gimme;” we do not want to hear about sustainability
or the delicate web of life any more than my daughter wants to hear about the family budget and the high cost of toys that
she wants. And we do not want to think that Mother Earth has a life of her own
that may not include us – we speak of our fears of destroying the earth – yet what we mean is that we will destroy
ourselves and trash our room – the earth will still go on, with or without us.
Our older siblings the dinosaurs found that out.
Our cavalier ways with our Earth Mother, messing
with her carefully set-up balances just because we can, taking what we want when we want it, expecting her always to provide
for us and clean up after us, always to have more of what we need (that we do not wish to share with our siblings), never
to be angry with us or set limits – I think perhaps these behaviors are related to how we act towards our mothers. I
think we need to remember what our ancestors knew – that we are in a reciprocal relationship with our Earth Mother,
our Earth Goddess, and must give to her as well as take from her. At least our ancestors sang her praises and made her offerings
– even if they were basically a lanyard. So I ask you today to be mindful of mothers and mindful of our Earth Mother. I ask you to respect
the necessary work mothers do which is usually not valued in our culture since it does not produce income – and to respect
the amazing necessary work of our Earth Mother as she keeps us all alive. Let’s open the door for a woman with a stroller;
let’s offer to babysit, volunteer to help the mothers we know. Let’s give audible thanks and appreciation for
all that mothers give and do. Let’s work for legislation that supports mothers as they do the necessary work of caring
for children and the elderly. And let’s do the same for our Earth Mother – and not just on Earth Day. Let us be mindful of what she gives and gives, and what we can give in return. I ask you to hear the words of this prayer by Bill Faherty:
Hail Mother, who art the Earth,
Hallowed be thy soil, rocks and flora
that nourish and support all life.
Blessed be thy wind that gives us
breath
and thy waters that quench, bathe
and refresh all living things.
Holy Earth – as one –
we praise your majesty, grace and wonder.
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