Let Us Hold The Earth

This reflection invites you to connect with the earth and to join me in offering her your love and care at a time when she is fragile and struggling. Beginning with arriving into a deeper breath, you are invited to recall a time when you experienced awe and wonder in relationship with the earth and then to carry this memory within your heart as I offer the reflection. It moves towards an invitation to The Deep Feminine to take her place in the restoration of our glorious planet.

Transcript

Welcome to this guided meditation inviting you to hold the earth with me. As you arrive, Settle in to your body, Into your space. Getting comfortable. Noticing your breath. Gathering into this moment of being, Of being held and loved and known. Taking time to settle, To sink, To be here. This meditation includes two parts. One part as we begin is to draw on a memory of connecting with the Earth. And then I am going to read a reflection I wrote. So in the quietness I invite you to recall a time when the earth offered her beauty to you. A time when you were experiencing awe and wonder. Maybe you remember a beautiful sunrise. A butterfly landing on your arm. The sound of the sea. The exquisite shape of a leaf. Fallen in autumn. Take some moments to gather this memory and to become aware of what it's like to remember. Notice your emotions, Your body Let this memory become as vivid and real as it can be in this moment. As I read this reflection, I invite you to hold this memory in your heart, In your being. Keep it close to you as you also listen to the words that are being spoken. Notice how these words land in you, How they make you feel. What rises up in you as you hear them and as you hold this special memory. So this reflection I entitled, I hold the earth. I'm cradled in the brilliance of a billion stars, Emanating their dazzling radiance, Transfixed by her beauty, Halted in world's wonder. I reach out and trail my hand across her cool, Depthless depths. I brush across ancient forests, Knowing for the briefest of moments the endless outpouring of their wisdom. A wisdom long forgotten until this offered glimpse. Instinctively I draw a deeper breath as I catch the fragrance of her. Deep, Rich, Salt, Wood, Sunshine. It makes me wonder if this is the smell of love. The headiness of it permeates cell and bone, Awakening a hibernating dormancy. I birthed this glory. In eternity's past, At the beginning, I was there, In the heart of the Creator. Together we brought her forth from our wombs. She is of me and I of her. I hold her now, Closely to myself, Skin to earth, Breast to forest. I draw her to myself and cradle her as a mother does a young child. As I do so, A barely perceptible softening arrives. Are sinking into the embrace comfort both hers and mine. In the holding we share a knowing recognition of one another. What joy to be seen in this way without any need to hide or pretend. Here, To be vulnerably naked comes easily. This oneness is real, Natural and normal. We rest into the holding, Perhaps for an eternity, Perhaps we have always been this way, And only now do I see it. Love as pure as a spring flowing from a mountain in the wilderness, Sustaining us. Christ love. Her love. My love. The one love. A presence with substance, Sustaining us as we rest into our union. I begin to sense her tiredness. Her river running veins leak the lifeblood that she needs to survive. How many times has she remade herself? How many aeons has she offered herself willingly and with great delight. I can't fathom how generously she has given herself and how she desires to give still. This is her purpose, Her joy, It is everything to pour herself out in unedited abundance. In this moment I feel keenly her struggle. Within my cells causing rivers of my tears to fall into hers. She can't keep up. She is unable to remake and renew herself as quickly as we want her to. I feel the pain. Millennia of ravaging, Of being sliced, Smashed and ransacked for more than she can restore from. The scars are so deep they enter her very marrow. The raping of her beauty and dignity ripped into the holiness of her love. Life remains. I see it as I gaze below her surface. If she had the time, Just the time to take a deeper breath, She could recover, Once more erupting her fountains of colour, Life, Fragrance and sound. She needs that breath though, To breathe deep down into her belly. She is the nourishment of a million mothers. She carries wisdom in her cells and offers it to every open heart. I want to respond and give her my love, My delight. I want to absorb her, Share her joy at the wonders she brings me in every moment. I want to weep for her too and tend to her scars. I want to say I see you, Knowing that she has always seen me. I want to look at her and say I love you. This ancient, Wise Mother Earth needs the wisdom and nurture of the deep feminine. Can the wild, Fierce tenderness of the way of the feminine rise up to meet her in her pain? Can we meet her in her beauty, Joy and grace? The billionaires continue to gorge on her to line their own pockets when she says that there has always been enough for all. She has been glad to offer her abundance but she cannot sustain the ravaging that greed scours upon her. It is the wisdom of the feminine that knows this and can make a way for her healing. We, The feminine, In whatever body this lives, Are the powerful, The fierce, The wild, The tender lovers, The ones overflowing with deep divine wisdom. We are the mothers, We are the ones whose hearts beat with hers if we pause long enough to help her take a deep breath. We are the ones who, In the pause, Can know what she needs from each of us. It may look like little acts of kindness and love, But the deep feminine knows that it's the small daily actions of care that help nurture healing into reality. She is held in our care and love as we are held in hers. As the divine embraces us. Let this dance of pure love lead the way into the healing and transformation that is needed for us all. Amen.