Friday, April 22, 2022

For Earth Day

Let the Old Wild Mother (Earth) speak for herself this morning, softly, greenly and lit from within. As Zen master Shunryu Suzuki wrote: “The world is its own magic.”

The tiny rowan (mountain ash) emerging from a cedar stump way back in the Lanark woods is a perfect expression of the luminous beauty and indwelling grace of the living world in which we spend our allotted days. 

Earth Day ought to be every day of the year, not just today. We should give thanks for the abundance all around us, and we should be loving stewards of our planet.

Thank you, Mama, from the bottom of this tattered old heart.

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