The burying of things beneath layers of denial, avoidance, fear and pain.
Elsewhere, things are dug up—the blood and bones of the earth, torn from her stony belly, turned into things unnatural, things desacralised and wounded.
Our own wounds and the wounds of the earth are one and the same. We deny both, to our peril, and to our shame.
It is only when we stop digging up the inner life of the earth, the memories of past ages; and only when we stop burying the blood and bones of our own wounds, that we will be able to put everything back where it belongs.
Then, we will plant seeds in the good earth, the good rich soil, and our wounds will heal as a new world grows.
Wise and beautiful words <3
ReplyDelete"Our own wounds and the wounds of the earth are one and the same. We deny both, to our peril, and to our shame."
ReplyDeleteyes, oh yes. we wound ourselves as we strike at the roots of our ground of being.
Yes, those all-important roots.
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