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| leaning day lilies
Photo by J. Harrington |
About this time each summer, local day lilies put on a show like the one above. For some years now the stem posture of the lilies has made me think of the haunting lines from Leonard Cohen’s wonderful song Suzanne:
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
During the past few days, due to the writings of Heidi Barr, I’ve (re?)encountered an essay by Charles Eisenstein, The Space Between Stories. It resonates strongly with me because over the past few years I’ve developed my own sense that we are living in times of significant transition. One of the more concerning aspects, to me, can be found in the gross inconsistency between a global economic system based on the concept of perpetual growth and the status of our planetary boundaries.
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| PLANETARY BOUNDARIES |
From much of the reading I’ve been doing over the past few years, I’m coming to believe that integrating Native American worldviews with our stories and, eventually displacing our treating Nature as an object subject to our exploitation can give US the new story we need. Will we learn to tell the necessary stories to keep democracy alive on a habitable planet? That’s up to US and those like us.
Remember
Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time. Remember sundown
and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath. You are evidence of
her life, and her mother’s, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their
tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the
origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people and all people
are you.
Remember you are this universe and this
universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.
Remember.
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