From lion in February, Extinction Witness moves to bee in March.
When I think of bee, I think of flower. When I think of flower, I think of seed. When I think of seed, I think of the darkness in which seed opens.
“Our planet, my beloved is in crisis; this, of course, we all know. We, many of us, think that her crisis is caused by men, or White people, or capitalism, or industrialism, or loss of spiritual vision, or social turmoil, or war, or psychic disease. For the most part, we do not recognize that the reason for her state is that she is entering upon a great initiation—she is becoming someone else. Our planet, my darling, is gone coyote, heyoka, and it is our great honor to attend her passage rites. She is giving birth to her new consciousness of herself and her relationship to other vast intelligences, other holy beings in her universe. Her travail is not easy, and it occasions her intensity, her conflict, her turmoil—the turmoil, conflict, and intensity that human and other creaturely life mirror. And as she moves, growing and learning ever closer to the sacred moment of her realization, her turmoil, intensity, agony, and conflict increase.”
~ Paula Gunn Allen in The Woman I love is a Planet; The Planet I love is a Tree, 1993, p.36
I first read these words from Paula Gunn Allen in 2006 and found them refreshing. Now, I know them to be true now.
Earth is in the transition stage of birth and we, all of us, are in transition with her. The agony we feel through this process is bearable, as in a holy pain, so long as we feel it all while maintaining a focus on the dream of beauty she is to become. read more…
Part of our work as midwives – attendants of Earth’s passage – is to be with those who are passed and on the verge of passing in celebration and gratitude for their being. Earth grieves her losses through us and she must grieve her losses to complete herself.
When we avert our gaze from suffering and resist change in our own lives, the process of her birth grows more painful and her recovery grows longer and ever more uncertain.
When we attend Earth’s passage, letting pain guide us to action, her process becomes like water, filling and soothing raw open places.
Earth grieves willingly. She is the master of unconditional love – enlightened attachment.
she will bury them is produced with Earth’s unconditional love in mind. ‘She’ in the poem is Earth. We are human beings who gather. Each of us, ideally, extending two hands of Earth’s one – unity consciousness – arising. The poem closes with an honest question, a question asked by someone uncertain of who she is becoming.
With attention to the plight of bees, she will bury them counts the cost in one spraying of neonicotinoids, a class of neuro-active insecticides, that killed about 50,000 bees in Oregon last summer. The film honors the dance of bee and flower, as well as the people who gathered in Wilsonville, Oregon for memorial.
Please share the film through all your channels and see www.sos-bees.org for ways to help protect the livelihood of bee.
All my gratitude to Catherine Campion for voicing the poem and Maureen Momo Freehill for sharing footage of her cherry blossom butoh dance, one of Momo’s 2009 series of bee dances.
I want to apologize for taking lion off the sidebar in my last letter. While it was my intention to give advance notice of Extinction Witness’ attention to bee in March, I hit fast forward by switching that invitation to bee before the end of February.
My fumble of haste near the end of February brings to bear all the times I have attempted to fast forward my life in resistance to what is or with desire for something different. I’ve missed the sweet nectar of the present on many occasions because I was either living out of the past or wanting desperately into the future.
The present is so full of information that guides us. Even and especially the darkest moments light the way. May March be patient with all its spring fervor.
I am creating time this month to sit with bee, flower, seed, and the darkness in which seed opens.
When we know soil, we know the depths of love – all that is required to nurture the seed to flower. When we know flower, we know the beauty of love – all the color that lights this world. When we know bee, we know the height of love – the ecstatic dance of sweetness that sustains lovers and mothers through the marathon of their initiation with the beloved.
I hope you will join in witness to the depths, beauty, and heights by contributing in comments below or on the Extinction Witness Facebook page.
much love, many thanks and blessings,
ps a dear friend encouraged me to create dream lists for all my dreams, so i have! please read my dream list for Extinction Witness here. please read my dream list for my poetry here. i greatly appreciate your sending some love toward their fulfillment! Thank You!