Earth speaks of change

Sink your feet into my mud, my green grass, be at home under my trees and the shifting sky.

Coalescing energy many billions of centuries ago formed this mass of soil and stone, water and metal, fire and air we call home.

I, your Earth am not a stone carving created in ancient times, unchanging through the centuries in a permanent state of being.

I am in constant movement, yet I am steadfast. I evolve and yet I endure.

I and all living beings shift and flow, change and morph. From the subatomic particles of your body to moving flocks of birds to the tectonic plates underpinning our continents, the earthworms beneath the soil, the sea in constant motion, the tides, waves of sand and water, all manner of mammals, insects, birds, reptiles…I and all my creatures are in constant motion, a constant ebb and flow.

Nothing is static here. Some structures and landscapes seem permanent. Their life cycles can be measured in eons. Mountains thrust upward and erode to gentle hills, continents drift, rivers change course, seacoasts shift and change, waters rise and fall, glaciers grind stones to dust.

Other changes might happen in a heartbeat, a season, a day or night, the growth of new cells in your body, the sloughing of old cells, tiny spring leaves greening, maturing, turning red or gold, falling to earth, decaying.

Summer grass

Do you think the stones are unchanging? Observe one for a thousand years of freeze and thaw cycles, rushing water, high winds, fire and ice, burrowing roots. Watch your dense and heavy stone break into smaller stones, then gravel then sand… Stay for another thousand years and watch the sand become sandstone, then watch it erode away once again.

You too are in a constant state of transformation from embryo to fetus to newborn, to baby, toddler, child, adolescent… , then after a span of years to elderly great grandparent.

You are meant to experience this life from all these perspectives, to let go of what has been and embrace what you are now. To flow with the growth, the changes, to be flexible in your life. To let life surprise and delight you!

I and all living things endure. We are forever unfolding into the future, with unchanging spirit at our center.

Weather and emotions

GCW’s view of the weather…

Storms and weather mirror human emotions. The collective human atmosphere made up of the energy of thoughts, feelings, and emotions influences Earth’s atmosphere. Unexpressed and intense emotions form accumulations of heavy energy that may be invisible, but affect our world and everything in it.

Clouds at sunset

Now on this planet so many are sick, fearful, worried, grieving, heartbroken, angry, full of dread. The energy of these emotions from so many people forms heavy and oppressive fogs and throws our atmosphere out of balance.

Earth’s atmosphere constantly regains balance through storms, weather events, sometimes extreme and destructive.

How like a gentle rain is momentary sadness, the shedding of tears, the gradual clearing of the mind, the sunny sky afterward.

How like a thunderstorm is the expression of pent up anger, dark heavy clouds pouring out pounding rain, lightning flashing, then everything gradually calming down, the air feeling clean and fresh afterward.

How like an inland hurricane is built up rage and fury released to destroy and rip apart every vulnerable thing in its path.

Fallen cottonwood downed by high winds

How like a tornado is a sudden riot, a huge suppressed rage and anger now unleashed and spiraling out of control.

How like a sunny cloudless day is contentment, mindfulness, peace.

How like a rain of hail is a sudden release of built up fury, pounding and flattening all in its path with destructive power.

How like an ice storm a withdrawal of love, a freezing of the heart, a breaking of connections, a cutting off of growth, a cold isolated fearfulness, a weighing down of the spirit.

How like a drought is a withdrawal of feeling, an intense boredom, a denial of true emotional needs.

Sky in late evening

Emotions are meant to move, to bring vital information about your lives to your awareness. They are not meant to build up without release or stall like a storm system stuck over one place for hours or days causing untold damage….

Look at the weather in your locality. Use it as a mirror to heal and bring your emotions into balance.

Storm damage

Last week a furious wind and rain storm tore through this place destroying and damaging many in our beloved community of trees.

Broken hackberry

The sound of chainsaws is heard in the land.

Huge piles of brush line roads and streets. Centenarian hackberries that have towered over this shady neighborhood split in two, others broke at the crown. Mighty oaks toppled, evergreens twisted, silver maples torn apart, wild cherries maimed, red buds missing vital limbs…

Downed cottonwood

It is time to mourn our lost companions. Yes, this is another great loss in a year of many losses.

Broken hollow oak

The scars of this storm will last for a long time in our land, in our hearts and spirits, but we (by which I mean all living things) will endure. We will heal. The spirit of the land endures as nature regenerates and reinvents herself.

And later this fall, dear humans, after a time of healing it will be fitting to plan for the future by planting many young trees. Yes, this will be an exercise in patience. In this way you can continue to nurture and care for those who will come after you and care for the Earth.

Even after you and your loved ones have passed into the light those who are now infants those not yet conceived will one day delight in the cool shade, the towering grace, the shifting sun and shadow, the brilliant fall color, the heavenly fragrance, the spring blossoms of a healthy community of trees.

Young oak tree

Plant new trees this fall and make our world more beautiful, more livable, a true home for all.

Trees and humans

We trees are changed by you, and you by us.

For millennia you have planted and cultivated and set aside special places for trees. You have designated places where no trees are to grow.

You have chosen and honored your favorite species, grubbed out those you dislike, created monocultures, plantations, tree farms, windbreaks, planted us in your neighborhoods for beauty stability, shade, shelter, food, fruit nuts, perhaps even companionship. You’ve introduced us into new habitats and climates.

Summer tree sunlight and shade

You have benefited from our giving natures, our need to grow in harmony with the earth and her creatures, our fruit and our nuts, the resilient building materials, the clean air and rich soil we bequeath you, fed by our decaying leaves, needles, fronds, the deep shade in summer, the home for birds and beneficial insects.

We populate your art, play roles in your legends and myths. We inspire your minds with our deep strong roots, our limbs reaching to heaven, our silver and green leaves soaking in sunlight, our friendly and loving energy, our deeply cut and protective bark.

Humans are changed by trees. You gather in our shade, go to lengths to plant and tend us, nurturing our growth with the patience of decades and generations, seeking our shelter, comforted by our beauty, choosing to live on tree lined streets and boulevards, take inspiration from our mighty old growth forests and find peace in our cool green woods. You seek out the graceful shelter of our interwoven branches and the comfort of our shade to cool your homes in summer.

Shade dappled tree

Trees give humans a model for how to live on this planet in body and spirit – rooted to the Earth, awareness centered in the body, branches reaching to sunlight and stars-

A bridge between heaven and Earth

Hidden treasures

Dewey spider webs heavy with silver droplets. Silver nets stretching across the grassland, anchored on stalks of prairie grasses gone to seed.

Prairie spider web

Sunrise revealing hidden treasures only visible in the tender morning light. Each fragile sparkling filament shining, beaded with tiny droplets.

A fit garment for the most elegant of fairies.

Each web woven in a time honored pattern of breathtaking beauty.

Beautiful spider web

Do not blink or you will miss it. The enchantment is fleeting.

Rediscover Your Inner Child

Just be, for a moment or an hour, like a child without a care, living in grace, enjoying all that life has to offer your senses and your heart.

Lie on the earth, soaking in her familiar healing energy. See the petals fall like snow flakes from spent wildflowers. Look up into the layered treetops. Above and beyond them the circling birds of prey riding the updrafts.

Watch the clouds drift and shift and assume fanciful shapes, then morph into something new. Watch the treetops sway and dance, hear the leaves whisper, watch the dappled shade dance across the green grass, tiny colorful birds visiting, feeding, bathing, taking flight.

In this moment you judge nothing; you fear nothing. You have no worries, no doubts, no distractions, no need to hurry. You exist in the divine grace of this moment and the next and the next.

For this moment you have no agenda. You soak in life, absorb the vibrations of nature, understanding your oneness with All- That- Is. For this moment, this hour, your being has no need of words.

Let yourself relax into this pure silence and pure grace of this moment, merging with all that is.

In this way you rediscover the heart of your inner child.

Daylilies

Each of our exquisite flowers lasts only one day.

As the sun comes up, our buds unfold like bright stars and open to the light. We expand and blaze brightly, opening our hearts, living in the grace of this moment and the next, and the next until darkness falls.

We shine and glow. We open our hearts to pollinators and beauty seekers. We stand alone or in masses spreading slowly over the years. We live our lives under the sun moon and stars.

We sun colored beauties bloom during the long summer days. Each bloom shines for one day from our unfolding at dawn to our decline and wilting when darkness falls.

We daylily blooms must make the most of our precious short lives in the sun.

The foundation of our growth- our tough roots connecting us to mother earth. They gain strength, multiply and spread year by year. Our arching leaves soak in life-giving light throughout the growing season, feeding our roots.

We live to bloom. It is the culmination, the high point of our year. Our tough and resilient roots draw up what is needed for our elegant leaves of deep green and our exquisite budding stalks in June and July, months of long days and bright sun.

Time stands still on these days as we shine in the light of grace, fully alive in this present moment.

We open our short lived buds and bloom without reserve, each for one precious golden day.

The tree spirit speaks

In my new state of expansion, I feel a freedom like I imagined flying would be, soaring like the turkey vultures that inhabit the wooded valley I once called home. Lighter than air. Free from gravity.

Soaring Turkey Vultures

My new perspective and existence as spirit gives me exquisite sensitivity to the frequencies and vibrations, the interconnected web of energy in all things. I feel the vibrations of the humble earthworm, the microscopic bacteria in the soil that endow fertility, the shy and gliding snakes winding their way through the prairie grasses, belly to belly with our Earth, tasting and smelling the rich soil, the dancing stream, rippling in the sunlight, flowing steadily without resistance to the river.

Prairie grasses

I see the empty place in the canopy where I once stood. I grew tall and spread my limbs wide. I felt joyful to live in my beloved home. Once upon a time…

Now I see that other trees and rooted beings will soon shoot up and claim the sunny space I left behind. taking their place in the canopy. They will soak in the sunshine, draw up moisture from the soil, spread their limbs wide. They will endure lightning, high winds, rain storms, freezing cold, wilting heat. They will thrive and survive through adversity, through lean years and fat years.

They will grow as I did, reaching to the light, sending down roots without resistance. Expanding year by year. Loving life!

Because life is worth it! Life is precious.

“Weeds”

Do you walk by communities of plants, label them weeds and walk on without a thought or second glance?

My dear ones, are you alienated from nature, not paying attention to the miracles surrounding you? Are you forgetting that all beings are vital to the web of life?

These amazing rooted beings you call “weeds” are vital to the richness of your land, the health of your air and water, and to the survival of life on Earth.

I do not speak of the invasive plants, brought in from different climates, taken from their true habitats and allowed to run wild and overpower native species, take over fragile habitats.

The energy of these invading beings is impassive and without empathy. Uprooted from their native soil, they can only think of “me, me, me”. They are the narcissists and sociopaths of the plant world.

Each of the native “weeds” in your land have their place, their purpose in the web, their beauty, their seasons of growth, flowering, going to seed, their own way of death and decay.

Each has their own way of rooting, some deep, some shallow, their way of reproduction, some spread seeds each year, some every other year, some send out rhizomes or stolons. Each has their own way of bringing up nutrients, soaking in sunlight, their own way of setting seeds.

The plants you call weeds are meant to live in harmony and balance with all others in their native lands.

I Am One

Pearly dark storm clouds roll out of the west covering the sky, shading the sun. I am one with the moving cloud banks.

Prairie grasses, overcast sky

Trees and leafy bushes dip and dance in the afternoon breeze. I am one with the swaying branches.

Robin sings an insistent song. I am one with the singer and the song.

Bird shadow passes over the dappled green earth. I am one with the gliding darkness.

Tiny ants march in formation carrying heavy burdens. I am one with their purpose.

Amazing spider web

From my vantage point I see all. Like a spider in a web, I feel the vibrations of all that occurs.

No living being, no rock or stream, no shell on the beach, no fallen bird, no abandoned nest, no grain of sand escapes my notice.

I am one with all things.