A Mother Earth Day Discovery

I was reminded last night to keep a visual of carrying/gestating our beautiful green and blue planet under my shirt ever present in my days, I find such is already so. Without effort an invisible crystalline globe made Herself known, She has been with me since I first became aware of Her. While it isn’t necessary to have a conscious awareness of Her presence for my intention to serve as a Doulas of Peace, I feel immediately that holding consciously to that image magnifies and strengthens my intention to serve.

We went in an unusual direction for our daily walk yesterday and came upon a disturbing circumstance. One of our close neighbors owns a hundred and twenty acre property, an exquisite piece of land that hasn’t been much altered by logging and development since being awarded to the first settlers in the early 1900’s. During the extreme wind storms last autumn when trees fell like crazy dominos, the eighty something year old resident of the acreage was without electric power for a week. The lines feeding power onto the property were caught up in the maelstrom of tree debris and had been jury rigged to work until such a time as it was possible to properly clean up the disastrous situation. We have listened to the sounds of logging equipment coming to us across the small lake between our property and that one for a week now; it was to satisfy our curiosity that we headed in the unusual direction.

As we approached the property I immediately sensed that much life, the winged ones and four leggeds big and small had been displaced; how could it not be so when a small forest had been stripped of branches and laid in piles on the ground. The devas (spirit beings) of forest and pond were on the move as well. As we walked further into now nude acreage I was struck by the powerful lay of punguent brown earth that has been exposed. The other scents added an intoxicating blend of cedar, pine, hemlock, and alder notes. As we walked I took pictures of this new/old landscape, and several pictures of the one machine that has caused so much change in such little time.

Instead of continuing as usual down the road to the main house spirit took us down a long passed over side road. A couple of hundred yards down this road is a garbage dump over flowing with thirty years of household debris from old appliances through paint cans and building supplies that had obviously set aside to be used, now lost to the overgrowing rain forest. Where the logging show we had walked through had an unsettling effect for being so raw and new, this extremely irresponsible display of human waste shocked me. I took no pictures but turned and walked away repulsed.

For all that hundreds of trees lay on the ground, there wasn’t an air of disaster around the logging show, it is early enough spring to lessen the damage as much as possible to the wild ones and held a spirit of improvement and new promise. The garbage dump on the other hand felt dank and gloomy and life stifling for all that it sat barely out of sight of the logged area under the same bright sunshine. As I write this now I find the desire to follow the spirit promptings of one of last nights Vessels of Peace meditation to “kiss the Mother and make it better” instead of walking away repulsed. I will place a small crystal offering within reach of the deva of that part of the forest.

I will also kindly ask the family who own the land to clean up the illegal garbage dump.