I've not been writing here. I have few words. I think, for a moment, I have something meaningful to say but it's a flash dream, a will o'wisp, an old habit that has shrugged and walked off. "No,,, no,,, no... my mind cries. Don't go, don't leave me here with only silence. What about purpose? connection?meaning? The times are heavy, portent. Surely I'm needed here somehow. Surely there's something to say... '
Then I hear within that timeless one laughing, the juice of freedom flying out of her ecstatic mouth, gaining force, smashing ancient strictures of vicariousness. Tossing into the whirlwind all the suppositions and expectations. Then the laughter dies and there is blessed quiet. I don't need words. If I am needed here, it is that I need to listen. Listen listen..... listen. If there is purpose here, meaning; it is in what I hear in the listening, in how I dream along with it. It's been a season for listening to the voices we ignore, the ones we think don't exist, the ones we use and abuse, the ones we throw on the junkpile of 'dead' matter. These are the ones I trust most, the wise ones, the ones who can tell me what's needed now; how to be a human now, in this place, at this time. Now.
Mother..mother.........mother...mother....mother...... Mother Earth has a million glorious voices, all streaming from her heart of flame. It feels like time, past time, to listen. To listen more and talk less, discuss less, mentate less, point/counterpoint less. Crow voice, frog voice, salamander, honeybee. Whippoorwill, mussel, cactus, osprey. Weasel, whale, firefly, bobcat. Goldenrod, hickory, mountain mint, daisy. Cornflower, cattail, meadowrue, lichen. Boulder, mossy rock, shale, pebbles. Tiny polished stones dreaming into sand at the bottom of the creek. Wild wind, soft breeze, swelling water, trickle. Fire...burning, burning, burning, pumping heart of every cell. Mother......mother......mother... these are your voices. The ones we need most now. Listen..... listen.
Get dirty, get wet, be hot, be cold, get down on the ground, climb up a tree, sink under water, lie under stars, put your ear to the Earth, raise your eyes to the birds, spin like a maple key or brood like a heron, but listen. Listen, listen. They are louder, closer. Voices. Earth is singing, singing.....Listen, listen. And then be sung.