Earth, Teach Me to Remember
Earth, teach me stillness
as the grasses are stilled with light.
Earth, teach me suffering
as old stones suffer with memory.
Earth, teach me humility
as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth, teach me caring
as the mother who secures her young.
Earth, teach me courage
as the tree which stands alone.
Earth, teach me limitation
as the ant which crawls on the ground.
Earth, teach me freedom
as the eagle which soars in the sky.
Earth, teach me resignation
as the leaves which die in the fall.
Earth, teach me regeneration
as the seed which rises in the spring.
Earth, teach me to forget myself
as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth, teach me to remember kindness
as dry fields weep in the rain.
~A prayer from the North American Ute tribe
Let us bless the imagination of the Earth.
That knew early the patience to harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm, ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging among the stillness of land…
Let us thank the Earth that offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm to walk in space open to infinite galaxies.
Let us salute the silence and certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness, their dream-filled hearts.
The wonder of a garden trusting the first warmth of spring…
The humility of the Earth that transfigures all that has fallen of outlived growth.
The kindness of the Earth, opening to receive
our worn forms into the final stillness.
Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
for our violence and poisonings of her beauty.
Let us remember within us the ancient clay, holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind, the fluency of water, the warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun and shadowed sureness of the moon.
That we may awaken to live to the full the dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge and incarnate its hidden night in mind, spirit and light.
Today’s practice: Love what is.
Love the painful, prickly, knotted, difficult, pig-headed, intractable.
Love what grates on your nerves; love the sensation of grating; love the fine-tuned fretwork of your nerves.
Love the fluid, light, strong, glorious, playful, brilliant.
Love what enchants and delights you.
Love what makes your heart as soft as dawn, as wide as the sky.
Love fierce and tender, peaceful and wrathful.
Love muscular, flexible, powerful. Love birth and death in all creation.
Nothing changes without love.
The true nature of all things is love — everything opens into the fullness of its being in the light of love.
If you want a kinder, more just world, or a kinder world inside your own heart and belly, love what is, today.
Full moon in watery Cancer lights up the longest night in the northern hemisphere. This is a traditional time of rest and reflection. Sit in the stillness of winter solstice and breathe with the slow flow of nature in winter. Slow down and enjoy the quiet gifts of the season.