As I sit this morning in my kitchen looking out on a spring morning, the ground is drenched and happy from last night’s rain, the birds are singing joyous hellos, and the air is crisp and clean. My trees are happy, the yard has just exploded into its green summer finery and it’s time to plant the flowers. I feel the connections of my loved ones humming in my energy, the sun, the earth, and this web of life I live in vibrating through my body and soul.
I have often wondered what it would be like to be off this planet, either in space or on another planet and I have always come back to the realization that I am so intertwined with this place, the web of life here, that I don’t know if I could stand to leave, not even to go inside Gaia. I have no existence except that which entwines me here, in the old ways, deeply embedded with those energies of life. My people, my beloved animals, those that choose to live with and around me, those tiny flames of consciousness, are part of the web of energy that is my existence. They are part of the love that creates my heart.
I am no warrior, I am a mother. A mother seeks to support and sustain all that comes to her energy with love and learning. Once a part of her energy, always a part of her energy, her connection, her reality, making up who and what a mother is. She is intimately entwined with all that is in her awareness. A mother is not a title, or a thing. A mother is a state of being. Once a mother, you are a mother till your very last breath. Mothers Hold The Space.
Gaia is the same way. All the little lives that are supported, fed and unfolded in her being are parts of her soul. Just as any mother watches her loves grow up and leave to find their own way, Gaia has seen many children grow and leave. In the As Above, So Below analogy she has given birth to those warriors that would protect her much the same as an immune system in a body. They fight to save and heal her.
There are also the little-mothers who are the life matrix of this planet, entwined so deeply with the elements, the soil, the rocks the water, the wind, her fire, that to leave, even to help protect is inconceivable. They are entangled at such a deep level that leaving would mean the dissolution of their beingness. They have voices all over the world. They weave back together the holes that disease has rent in her matrix. They walk the deep silence of the forests, the high majesty of the mountains, the moistness of the sacred waters and the dry electric currents of the deserts repairing the her energies, balancing her body where she needs it.
I cannot leave this beauty topside within this matrix of living breathing lovely life. Nor can I leave this planet – even if it means I will perish. I cannot leave my loves, my family, my children, my trees, my sacred ground, to do so would mean my dissolution. If this place ends, then my soul will become part of the new ground matrix – the mother-web-of-energy from which life will re-emerge. May I become one tiny bit of her original spark of awareness that dreams life into existence on this place, part of the energetic web of life, Holding the Space for all to enfold once again.
This prayer, The Great Bell Chant, is what I hold in my heart, my wish for this earth. If the end comes tomorrow, I will stand with all those that are my heart and soul, within the life web of Gaia’s heart, unto ashes, till the last molecule is consumed back to its origin, once again to re-reborn anew.
Listen carefully. Listen with an open heart. Listen