If you've had a good relationship with your personal Mother, if she has loved you unconditionally, nurtured you, supported your growing and maturing, nudging you out into the world - then you know how powerful that word is.
What Arkan Lushwala says in this film is not just metaphor, not merely romantic and poetic - it is quite literally true. It is materially true, as well as spiritually true. In every way we have come from our Mother. We are birthed from her in a whole series of interconnections across both space and time, and we will return to her, our living energy merged back into hers, when we die. As Thích Nhất Hạnh has said so eloquently: with this understanding, really, when did we begin and when do we end?
I cannot be with you, love you, walk with you, do my work, play with the little one next door, grow food in the garden, unless I exist in the loving embrace of this Mother. We only exist here on this beautiful planet. This is our womb, our place of being, and of our returning.
There are a hundred million stories I could share here, individual stories of people who live consciously in that embrace, who are working to heal a horrifically damaged and pathological relationship with our First Mother. The rape metaphor works all too perfectly here. Think deep sea drilling, think fracking and how they thrust a drill deep into her shale rock formations, first vertically, then horizontally, then forcing water laced with sand and toxins to crack open the rock and release the fossilized remains of ancient life forms, or the gas trapped in the rock for millions of years, so that we can have this industrial consumer life.
This violence of humans, this brutally destructive violence of humans - breaking open, thrusting in, pouring contaminants, taking what we want, spewing carbon to manufacture what ought never to have existed (synthetic chemicals, plastics, ethanol, RoundUp Ready, GMOs), buying the thing without any thought to what it cost the planet, what it cost life, somewhere else in order for you to have it...
Living with no awareness that we are ravaging the very source of life, and that when we kill that source, we have killed ourselves. When we poison the source, we poison ourselves. When we diminish the source of life, we ourselves are diminished.
|Credit: ARC Centre of Excellence for Coral Reef Studies|
This is death by global warming, death to living beings by our industrial/consumer world. [See the BBC story here]
So many stories about how we live here, and most of them these days are tragic. I won't stay there - in the tragedy and pathology - because that is not the only thing going on. There is meaning behind the term, "new creation." But what I also want to share from time to time is how urgent it is that we write new stories on the planet. I want to share that this is not just a practical reality of living beyond the Earth's biocapacity, but that this is ultimately about a deep relationship that we have been tearing to shreds and that this relationship is in need of healing. Think "truth and reconciliation commissions." Think "forgiveness projects." Think projects of restorative justice, or repentance. Think how every one of these processes begins with acknowledging the truth of what we have done. The healing begins in that moment of truth about ourselves.
Think getting down on our knees to beg forgiveness for what we have done in return for what we were given so that we could be alive here. Think about how we acknowledge what we have done and with deep humility resolve to change our lives. [As example of what I mean. Remember this? I have a photo of it on the wall by my computer here: Wesley Clark Jr asks for forgiveness from Leonard Crow Dog]
So much healing to do. It's hard to look at it all, to face it full on. But this is work we must do, and do soon. If we can do it together, with one another, in communities of healing and transformation, we may find meaning and purpose flooding back into our lives like nothing we have ever known before.
May this short video help inspire us to begin that journey - while there is still time for us.
~ Margaret Swedish