Orion, from Dunbar, East Lothian, Scotland/Alba, November 2023
The poem published below here to celebrate and praise this Earth Day emerged from an evening Sustainability group we went to one evening a number of years ago. We found ourselves experiencing quite a transactional, surface way of doing, of action; not, we may add, that we were necessarily helpful at that time with how to articulate. People obviously cared deeply with lots of action and feeling inspired; people with whom these times truly matter and obviously wanting to make a difference; indeed, do… all/and.
This poem came spilling out almost in one breath upon arriving home that night.
What If
we remember the depth
of what it means to be human;
enter a portal
to stars
and earth’s core;
converse with trees and seas
imagine into sunbeams and streams
be dreamt into mountain and stag.
What if
we remember beauty,
our own and Others;
singing them by their own true names
and making a pilgrimage to remember our own;
a name given before birth,
remembered by the Others
such as soil and the milky way
in living image, symbol, metaphor, and myth;
a name not invited
by this current industrial extraction culture
where forests scream with the voices of animals burning
and whales swallow plastic as they feed;
swim off-course due to human created noise and greed
from the great forgetting and the great longing.
What if
we live singing our own true name
with all beings,
earth-centred.
What if
we live from our unique place in the community of Allbeings,
singing our note with the cosmic symphony:
with iron atoms created from nebula collisions
-did you know there is one atom of iron in every human heart?-
with cyanobacteria creating the ozone over millions of years,
and painted lady butterflies pilgrimaging over generations;
each surrendering to Mystery’s love call, a different kind of Gravity.
What if
with that very note a heartcrack grief
opens us to The Holy
remembering love divine
in marrow married in our bones
in animate ozone offering breath
in sweet-scented wild mint meadows
in tears nourishing flower, hummingbird to nectar,
in moonblood to earth and water,
in sacred sage offerings.
What if
we remember praise, prayer
and celebration;
in so doing
makes all the difference
with Allbeings then, now and to come.
It is so.
Wendy Robertson Fyfe
Glencoe, Scotland/Alba
For your information: There is current still availability on the Celtic Ceremonial Fast next month. To join us you can see further information on Substack/previous mailing. The Celtic Ceremonial Fast is a beauty way of deepening into ‘What If …” “… to enter a portal … pilgrimaging to remembering your own name … a name given before birth … remembered by the Others … ” Message Wendy for conversation/application.
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Wendy
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