Watering the Mountains
right relation to heaven & earth
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We are still in the business of creating heaven on earth.
And I hear heaven calling for more footpaths.
Not footpaths beside roads, beneath power lines and along fences, but footpaths among the forests and streams so clean you can cup your hands in and drink from them.
Footpaths to the homes of our elders and aunties.
Footpaths to the plazas where children run barefoot and women are steaming golden corn from the fields, served with raw cheeses and wild herbs in earthen pots.
Heaven is calling for slow eternity woven into the presence of conversation among villagers; the proliferation of birdsong and quiet simplicity among peoples who remember the rhythms of their ancestors.
Heaven is calling for celebration, dance, ceremony; dances of Creation wrapped in cloth dyed with roots and flowers, woven together in reverence for the beauty of lakes and sunsets; the sprouting seeds and family hoop.
Footpaths imbued with light, guided by deer, surrounded by wild berries.
More villages, less cellphones. More seed gathering, less social isolation.
Life is calling for us to return to the old ways, where human beings belong to the web of life as keystone species, watering the mountains, flourishing the fish and food and herds; actively proliferating the diversity and sustenance that make this Earth inhabitable to all forms of life.
Prayers that cleanse the atmosphere. Rituals that transform the heart.
Mother Earth is calling for us to return, to arise and take our place as stewards of heaven on earth.
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Much love,
Leah