Before I knew that Earth was my mother…
Before I knew that I belonged…
I lived on a tiny island.
I saw seals and turtles entangled in fishing nets…
caught and trapped in a situation they moved into innocently
I knew the binding in my own life
And I felt their struggle to breathe against the compression
I was able to cut some of them lose.
There were thousands of birds
With every voice you could imagine.
The albatross danced and mated and fed their young plastic
Because they didn’t understand the world man had made.
I felt the pain in their bellies
I too had been fed things that did not nourish me
…and I did not fully understand the world I lived in.
I watched the seals give birth
Nurse their babies laying belly to the sky on the beach
I felt the possibility course through my veins
And I wondered at it… because in my mind
Possibility was bound tight… but... I also found it wasn’t
I learned on that island that I am a wild being
Often caught up in things I do not understand.
I learned on that island, of compassion, of wildness constricted,
Of the truth that some things must die
And some must persist to bring new life into the world
I began to feel the mother earth, and the warm salty waters
I began to feel my own life force… and to feed it.
I learned to forage for nourishment rather than emptiness
And I learned that life and death are all part of the mother.
I'm an explorer of inner realms, a pattern observer, and an invitation maker. I believe that healing the world starts within.
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