I'm going to try to revive this poor, neglected blog. I'm at a cross roads right now. Will probably be cross posting with the Hope blog.
I'm rereading Starhawk's Spiral Dance again. For the first time. And rereading some Quaker texts. Again for the first time.
I was working with her "Grounding the Tree of Life." Sitting, breathing, eyes closed. Sudden image of the Great Tree as a great, old oak. Roots going down, down, down deep into the earth. And suddenly I'm hit with feelings of grief and sorrow. (how do you put a psychic experience into words, it's impossible)
Grief for what? Not sure. Loss of habitat? Loss of the birds that make the trees their homes? Loss of the trees so the birds have no where to go? Breaking the circle? Don't know right now.
Was it me crying or was I tapping into, recognizing some deep ecological sorrow? That the trees had a way of communicating through their root systems, through the deep earth and that is being destroyed?
