Fierce and even brutal with honesty,
"we must be done with cruelty especially to ourselves".
That being said, how does each one of us
"show we've reached the end of polite moves
to repair and recreate the Earth."?
It's extremely tempting to think we're too late
and there's nothing we can do.
We must turn this thinking around,
not in a panicking way, but in a
way that cracks open possibility.
I confess this all makes me feel very small.
And then I think of the earthworm.
"No matter how desperate the situation,
the worm does not tunnel faster
nor burrow more.
[The worm] knows it can take decades
to build fine soil.
To whatever is compacted,
the worm offers good worm work,
quietly bringing porosity
to what is trodden, compressed.
So often, in my rush to repair,
I end up exhausted.
Let my gift to the world be
my constancy, a devotion to openness,
my willingness to be with what is.
Let my gift to myself be patience
as I tend what is dense and dark.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Rather than "pressing hard",
I will gently but firmly nudge
"those parts of myself that
insist on remaining oblivious and asleep."
Namaste'
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