Green Tribe of Belonging

  Speaking the Truth of Love A solitary week recovering from surgery. Cooped up inside my small home. Feeling too alone, too isolated, empty. I ask myself, what can I do to feel better? And the answer comes: sit quietly and wait. Sit quietly and let your mind open. Sitting quietly, it slowly comes to me that I am not really alone, not ever. My small being is one of millions and all of us tied together in one magic web. A web of unseen connections and alliances all held softly together by a great invisible force. The plants at my feet, the insects in the air, the tiny microorganisms underground the moon and sun, rain and winds all nestled together in one great interconnected whole. There are other creatures like me, waiting to heal. And creative energies helping that process. I am surrounded by a nurturing living world, an encompassing kind of love that binds all things. Can I take my cue from this insight? In a world that seems badly in need of help, Could I root myself in that for...

  Remembering True Place Drumbeats announce the tribal council. People clothed in deerskin and cloth, Walk across to the central tent, Quietly gather and settle themselves. These are people who know their place, Under the sky, upon the earth.  Summoning help, inviting presence From all the forces of the natural world. Father Sky and Mother Earth Sister the Coyote and Brother the Deer, All green growth, all air they breathe, both ancestors gone and relatives now. This quiet tribe gives thanks to all And asks for help with the coming task. Unless the whole wide world is asked, The answers they seek will not be true. Would we could learn from these ancient ways. First finding our place within the whole Remembering what feeds and nurtures us Before we choose to change the world,