Dreaming the World

A cool, dark day. Every now and then a scattering of raindrops fall among the spring blossoms.

We are living in hard times. So many are dying of Covid19, other illnesses, and hunger, deaths that might have been avoided by timely, compassionate action by our leaders. So many are frightened and desperate, and the young people worry for their future and that of our beloved planet.

During this time of mourning and fear, those same leaders are taking the opportunity created by our grief, fear, and our sheltering in place, to steal our public lands and poison our air and water. Many of the lands being given to the friends and cronies of our leaders are traditional Native lands. We might say these places of beauty and the sacred are now twice stolen.

It is not enough that our leaders hate all who are different from them, they despise Mother Earth. They are consciously destroying the world so as to enrich themselves and their allies beyond comprehension and without consideration of future generations.They are cannibal people, eating their children and our mother. Engulfed by their greed they refuse to acknowledge that we are already living in Paradise, that Pachamama offers us all we need if we only live wisely.

Perhaps our leaders hate Mother Earth because they fear the power of women, because they mistrust their mothers, partners and daughters. Perhaps their fear and anger come from a history of abuse, or maybe they arise from the harshness of the colonial paradigm. How are we to know given that the histories of colonialism and abuse are wound so very tightly together? We only know they are symptoms of a deep and pernicious illness.

Yet, even in our sadness and anger we celebrate that we are still here. We remember that our ancestors of many ethnicities and traditions have found a way to survive so that we might come into being. We have done the same for our children and grandchildren, and they will do so for the generations to come. Together we will build a strong dreaming. We will laugh and create, build communities of caring and generosity, and honor the land that gives us our lives.

As has done by untold generations we will continue to live with strong hearts and the shared fire of hope and vision. May we do so consciously and in solidarity so the Great Circle of All Creation is healed. May it indeed be so.