An ode to Mother Earth
With my feet grazing the prickly blades of grass and my limbs soaking in the midday sun, I wonder why we need a day to remind us to protect earth.
It’s not a new thought. I wonder this each and every year.
How did we get to a point where we need a day to protect our Mother.
She, the Great Mother of all of us.
She who nourishes, nurtures, protects, heals and houses us.
She who we each carry a slice of.
When we talk about climate change action and sustainability and green living, I feel we miss the point.
Those phrases sound like we’re talking about something outside of us, which it is not.
She is within us.
We are cut from the same cloth.
One of the same. A blend of earth, water, fire and air.
What we do to Her, we do to ourselves.
What we do to ourselves, we do to Her.
So I bury my feet deeper into the patch of grass and say a prayer of sorts, also a blessing and a thank you.
For my legs the tree trunks, my skin the bark.
For my smile, an upside down rainbow.
For my eyes, the pearliest of spring buds.
For my voice, the wild echo of wind.
For my juices, waves of salty sea.
For my womb, the nutrient-rich bed of soil.
May today we remember the inextricable link between Mother Earth and us.
May today we remember our flesh is a mirror of Hers.
May today we remember everyone we’ve ever loved has been returned to Her as dust, as shall we.
May today we come back to earth.
With love,
Sharon