The Earth is a singular organism.
Every molecule remains in constant communication with the next. Humans have done a fine job convincing themselves of an illusory separation between who they think they are and what they like to call nature. We forget that we are nature.
Every cell, every atom is a gift.
Burrowed in right-angled rooms with air conditioning and roofs, we toil away, hammering about our self-imposed responsibilities. We’ll see about trying meditation when our cortisol floods and paralyzes every decision-making fiber we’ve got left.
Eternal, all-knowing, unashamedly dominant mother. We must atone for ourselves, for she is us and we are her.
Her universally enchanted offerings alchemize within every new crop of beings. It is our duty as her living children to bring back into awareness of the power she has graciously bestowed upon us.
The view out of the window seat from miles above reveals how interconnected our home is. Rivers and roads as veins leading to different communities of cells, each a source function no more vital than the other. Property lines appear so weak from the air.
Originally we wore slabs over our soles to protect, but now it seems we’ve lost sight of this honest intent. When was the last time you felt the earth beneath your feet?
Prisoners famously fetishize this sensation. An unruly-yet-gentle tangle of neon green rooted beneath your feet. The rest of us hardly slow down long enough to feel such simple ecstasy.
Connect. Breathe. Listen.
There’s an image captured by the Indian Coast Guard which humbly lifts the veil of our supposed uniquely human separation. On December 26th, 2004, a massive earthquake triggered a series of devastating tsunamis in the Indian Ocean, claiming over 230,000 souls in over 14 bordering countries. Shortly thereafter, helicopters surveyed the carnage and happened upon a Sentinelese tribesman, bow and arrow aimed towards the bizarre animal in the sky.
This man, this human, had survived. One of the deadliest natural disasters in recorded human history, and his tribe survived it.
With all of our advancement and technological hubris, modern man did not stand a chance to mother nature’s whims. The Sentinelese did so with ease. “Civilized” man has attempted contact numerous times in hopes of “socializing” tribes such as these and are often met with violent refusal.
Can you blame them?
Maybe we haven’t been listening to her after all.
Contributed by Johanna Ferebee.