From babyhood the young American Indians were brought up with reverence for nature and the company of spirits and other fairy forms. This is true today. Young souls, whether Indian or others, returning from the spirit world into a young physical body, retain, for some years, the ability to see clearly into the finer ether of the manifest. For this reason, very young children should be encouraged to see the beauty in nature.
It is only when we condition our childen to dwell in in the lower mind that the fascinating world of spirit falls away.
When we look upon the beautiful spring flowers, or the budding of trees and the growing of corn, we realise these are also the manifestations of the beauty of the Divine Earth. The earth does not produce these beauties alone. The earth has to be blessed, has to be tended and cared for. The Earth is the symbol of the Divine Mother, and is the seed bed for all the needs of human and animal life. Our Earth is the seed bed. And without these gifts from our Divine Father, nothing can grow. Without the command of God to the sunlight and the warmth to the wind, air and water currents, nothing can flourish. The law of God causes the rain to come and bless the Earth.
“there is a lovely old tree in uncle John’s garden, and today I sat a long time watching a funny old gnome who lives inside it, he is just like one of the gnomes in my fairytale book. He has great long thin legs and wears a red cap, though the rest of him is like the colour of the trunk of the tree. Sometimes he comes out of his tree and goes prancing about in the grass and looking so funny that |I want to giggle, but I was afraid to, in case I might make him offended. When I spoke about the old gnome to Basil, the gardener, he poked fun at me, and said there were no such things, and I was a little ass to believe such fiddlesticks. I can’t make it out, and wished I knew what ails everybody.
- from ‘The Boy Who Saw True.
We give thanks for all those who are moved, in their lives, to heal and protect the earth, in small ways and in large. Blessings on the composters, the gardeners, the breeders of worms and mushrooms, the soil-builders, those who cleanse the waters and purify the air, all those who clean up the messes others have made. Blessings on those who defend trees and who plant trees, who guard the forests and who renew the forests. Blessings on those who learn to heal the grasslands and renew the streams, on those who prevent erosion, who restore the salmon and the fisheries, who guard the healing herbs and who know the lore of the wild plants. Blessings on those who heal the cities and bring them alive again with excitement and creativity and love. Gratitude and blessings to all who stand against greed, who risk themselves, to those who have bled and been wounded, and to those who have given their lives in service of the earth.
May all the healers of the earth find their own healing. May they be fueled by passionate love for the earth. May they know their fear but not be stopped by fear. May they feel their anger and yet not be ruled by rage. May they honor their grief but not be paralyzed by sorrow. May they transform fear, rage, and grief into compassion and the inspiration to act in service of what they love. May they find the help, the resources, the courage, the luck, the strength, the love, the health, the joy that they need to do the work. May they be in the right place, at the right time, in the right way. May they bring alive a great awakening, open a listening ear to hear the earth’s voice, transform imbalance to balance, hate and greed to love. Blessed be the healers of the earth.
From “The Earth Path: Grounding Your Spirit in the Rhythms of Nature”by Starhawk http://www.starhawk.org/
- photos donated by Bev.
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