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Speaking to a Damaged Landscape

Emma H asked in a comment to another post:

Do you ever find when communing with land spirits, that the condition of the land around them affects the clarity of their answer?

There are some places here that I like to walk, that are a little abused (seriously, what’s the point of fly tipping?) and I figure if I tried to commune with the spirits there, they’d be more interested in trying to draw my attention to their own issues. Which, given the condition of their land, is fair enough!

Good question Emma!

Just as you find when visiting a friend who have endured some trauma or injury, when visiting a natural place that has been harmed it will have something of a “one track mind”

Which is, as you say, fair enough.

But also as with visiting a hurt friend, one you’ve visited a few times and listened attentively to their expression of pain, you will develop a closer relationship. Often once they realize how good of a friend you have been to listen to their hurts, they will happily open up their ears to you and reciprocate.

All relationships are a matter of give and take. Sometimes… Continue reading

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Liquid Sunlight

Oil is not blood

It is million year old Sunlight

Captured by the Earth

In liquid form

The good green things

Drink up the light

Photosynthesize

Die and decay

Buried and pressed

Digested by the land

And transformed over eons

Into liquid Sunlight

We with our opposable thumbs

Dig deep and greedily

Hungry and careless

Thirsty and addicted

Spoiled gluttons, never satisfied

Always wanting more

Like sociopathic children

We tear into our Mother’s body

Rip and rend

Slice and cut

We plunge long hungry hands

Through ocean-life-blood

Push greedy fingers into the soil

And suck out the liquid Sunlight

Buried within

With noisy machines

And without empathy

We penetrate and violate

We force our way in

We rape our own Mother

Remove the Sunlight within

To fuel our sick and twisted desires

To fuel our fires

To feed our noisy machines

To heat our homes

To make our lives easy

Because we are spoiled and greedy

To make this liquid Sunlight

Fuel our fires

We must pump toxic fumes

Into the Sky and the Air we breathe

The Oxygen we share with other living things

Which damages the thin layer called ozone

That protects us from the Sunlight

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