When I was a child, I would lie on the ground with my face to the sky so I could feel the heartbeat of Earth. In those quiet moments I felt the gentle pulse of energy that radiates from the body of our planet rocking my cells, as I stared at the expanse of sky above me. It brought me peace and comfort, and, at the same time, filled me with an awe of my “small” place inside this vast womb we call home.
Some days you can still find my flat on my back, gazing into the atmosphere. Have you tried it? I hope you have. I hope you will. In our over-industrialized culture we often forget the source of our life force, choosing to drive through our days inside the fog of technology. We hardly stop to think of the impact on the Earth and ourselves as we strip the land of its resources to add speed and “comfort” to our days. We can do this because Earth is a forgiving mother. She keeps feeding us, she keeps offering her oxygen for our breath, and she continues to quench our thirst with her reservoirs of water.
Yet, when we allow ourselves to observe the body of Earth we see that we have stretched her belly to the extend that she has well-exceeded her capacity to carry a healthy womb of life. We have contaminated her waters, air and soil with our waste, so that not only is her health compromised, but the health of all of her children. Just as a fetus is affected by the nutrients (or lack of) a mother takes into her body, and by the toxins she ingests, so too are we affected by the conditions of this womb of Earth we live inside.
I didn’t set out to preach in this blog, really, I didn’t. Rather, I set out to make a plea for a collective understanding. You see, for me this is a love story. A love story between our planet and us. And some days, like today, I am reminded that it is still taking a very tragic turn. When I logged onto Facebook (no, I’m not denying that I am also slave to technology) this morning I was greeted by a wonderfully beautiful testament to Mother Nature in the form of a friend’s painting. And, I was also greeted by a shared video of an island filled with dying albatross, whose bellies are bloated by our indigestible waste. The bellies of some are so filled with junk that they cannot harbor viable life. How many more decades, I wondered, will I be looking at these heart-wrenching images? How many decades can we afford?
When will we collectively awaken? When will we heal this mother that gives us life, and, in doing so, heal ourselves? We can start by feeling her heartbeat inside our own. Everyday.
6 thoughts on “Earth: A Love Story”
Wonderful article! I am sure the producers of the video would love to hear your comments! Very sad video, I loved how you connected the belly of Mother Earth and that of the birds!
Thank you Lori, I take the thoughtless destruction of the environment very personally. It stirs great emotion inside me, reminding me that I am here to be one of the Keeper’s of Earth. Really, we all are, yet sometimes we forget who we are an why we’re here.
Alethea ~ The planet is what we make of it. I saw that same post on Facebook and was disheartened. Then I remember … there are so many people in the world that care and clean up the areas around us. It truly starts with our own backyards. Every person can make a difference in keeping our planet beautiful.
I am honored that my painting made such an impression on you. I am very happy to see it here as a nice addtion to your post. And I cannot wait to paint one for you.
Thank you. ♥♥♥♥ Karen
Yes, one should give recognition to the many people who pour their love into the earth.
Loved this post. Speaks to my concerns and fears for Mother Earth and Nature and just what we are doing to her.
Thank you. Sometimes we forget, but when we remember our hearts can’t help by feel what we all share.