by Julie Haggerty Southworth
This week on April 22nd we celebrate our home, the Earth. Our fragile earth supports us, not only as the home that physically nourishes us, but she gifts us daily with graces of indescribable beauty and complexity, nourishing our souls and spirits. Most of us (I am no exception most days), are oblivious to the turning of our home, oblivious to her pulse. We spin through our own personal worlds, most unconsciously. We have our jobs, goals, homes, errands, children, families, recreational pursuits and we're plugged into technology of any and all kinds. Many of us, as a course of habit, become distracted and detached from the seasons, the cycles of nature, the earth herself.
We don't often stop to take notice of what we have at hand…gifts, real gifts, 100% natural gifts. These gifts are of the enormous variety, to the microscopic, including every creature and creation in between. Think of the majestic snow peaked Himalayas, the enormity of the blue whale, the massive sprawling redwoods, and endless rocky coastlines lined with tall fragrant pines. To the tiny: the incredibly soft skin of a newborn baby, the bee hummingbird weighing less than a dime, the exquisite compound eye of a grasshopper. Each is a critical ingredient to the functioning of our planet and there is grace in each of these, gifts given to us by our Mother, who imposes no fee.
Mother Earth continually whispers to all of us, humans, animals, and to all of nature. She communicates with mountains, oceans, forests, wind, water, creatures of all kinds. A large flock of birds that mesmerize us by swirling, swooping and diving in impeccable, perfect choreography are never bumping into each other, nor are they around the corner practicing while we are not looking. They don't have to. They are tuned in to each other, tuned into Mother Earth, know exactly what they are doing, and never knew any other way. They are connected to each other and to their inherent nature.