“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of year, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any Earthly life can be.” ~Rachel Carson
We all know the ebb. We all visit the flow. We are all both, in mind, in body, in spirit, the ebb and the flow; always constantly complimenting the inner and outer boundaries of self and surrounding the space of others with our lives. We all exist, we all affect everything in thought, action and in expression. This never goes unrealized by others, only by the self do we dismiss this truth.
This connection has been called a sacred circle, a sacred hoop by many of our ancient ancestors. This connection was seen then as natural; natural then as the process of nature. People gathered at the time of nature’s decree, to celebrate and mate as the animals did in unison with the seasons so not to teeter the balance of life. Like the planting of crops in spring, and the harvest in autumn, the flow of life was unbroken for thousands of years.
Today we have a broken hoop; a broken reverence for all things sacred. Only in small circles are these truths still upheld. And, of these small circles, they are shunned by the masses as being “archaic.” Born from an ancient way that has long been snuffed out for the name of “progress.”
I ask all those who care…. What is “Progress?”
The cares of the world today are far and removed from the time of yesterday when a rainstorm meant water for the family and an absence of dry, cracked lips; when snaring an animal meant more food, more clothes and more tools.
Today, I see far too many and know of many more who continue to satisfy their champagne and caviar appetite with a wallet not fit for a even beer and a handful of pretzels. Take..Want.. and take and want some more; this has become the silent motto of the days we live in.
We must come to the point of self realization… that our desires outweigh our resources, and always will. Even more, what we take… we take from another. In this world, all lives are connected on a fragile strand of divinely woven silk. We must never break this connection. But, know that the strand is frayed, and unwinding all the while.. you must care to join those who mend it. We are all here waiting.
Realize your CONNECTION with all that IS…… with the sphere of LIFE.