Well My my my Miss Peach,
I can’t believe I have forgotten just how intoxicating your scent can be. Has it been so long since I have spent the day with my hands all over those leaves of yours? Blissed out and your green love stained upon my skin for days.
YES! That delicate fragrance of yours has become a part of me. It stirs awake that which has been kept quiet and still, and I long to drink you down warm and slow.
Disconnected. We are a culture of people who are disconnected from the Earth. We rely on Walmart and shopping centers to provide our meals and write angry letters to supermarket managers when they are out of our favorite boxed cereal. We have no idea how long it took for that orange to make it into town. We no longer worry when the rain decides to stay too long among the clouds or whether or not the cows have been fed properly. We only know what we read on labels and the sensationalism in the media. We’ve all scanned the articles calling out Monsanto and our decisions about GMO’s are based on the majority of our most annoying facebook friends not on facts. Our attention is glued to the bright little screens that contain our whole world and the real world …… is completely ignored.
Change is slow
And when so many voices are yelling out to be heard all that becomes audible are muffles. Again the world is completely ignored. One person, one moment, one conscience decision to make a difference. Mother Nature bides her time, she makes her changes slowly, subtly and with the power or persistence. For it is in haste that destruction follows, Tornadoes, Volcanoes, Earthquakes, Landslide, but the colors of a sunset take their time, and the growing of our trees moves slowly. So must we.
Deliberately choosing to make our own contributions, our own subtle movements. Through acknowledgement, Through Prayer, Through Gratitude and Ritual. By making peace with own place on this beautiful planet, by Joy and by action. Making our own choices to do better…be better and finally sharing this with our kindred spirits. One by one, two by two until we all finally stop to notice soil beneath our feet and the blue above our heads is actually our “real world”
How your hugs have touched me so. Rising from the soft moist dirt, reaching for me, as if Mother Earth herself seeks to embrace me through you arms. I have breathed in those hugs. Warm. Fragrant, Your scent like a cloud of armor wrapped around my soul. I have lived in those hugs! Cried in safety and soothed my bleeding wounds with the softness of you loving petals. And there you’ve held me, healed me. Sacred and loved! Unconditionally! And even in your absence you stay within my heart, gentle yet strong and remind me: I Am Enough!
For there in my heart you will always have a home
Oh Yes for there in my heart you will always have a home.
Whispering Violets 