Mother Earth as a Remembering

I am craving old. Vintage. Things with history and stories. That have been touched and loved and used. That want to be picked up and loved again. Out with the new. In with the old. That sounds backwards. But I think it is actually just right. I have been feeling more and more icky about my consumerism habits. I only want to purchase things that I truly need or want. That will fulfill a purpose or truly bring joy and beauty into my life. And I would love for those things to be not new. Found and treasured and brought back to life. I am over the fast fashion and the products made with unethical labor practices and questionable and toxic materials. I want the food I eat, the fabrics that touch my skin, the products I nourish and cleanse myself with and the items I fill my home with to be sourced and produced and distributed with love and truth and integrity. To be life giving. When I ingest animal products, I want to make sure those animals were lovingly cared for and respected. It only makes sense that the energy we receive from our food comes from the energy of animals that were honored for the sacrifice of their lives. And animals are obviously so much more than food. They are our companions. Our teachers. Our soul mates. I am in the season of wanting to know where everything comes from. I can be super annoying to shop with these days, as I research every company and label. But I am feeling convicted to do so. We are so out of touch with so many things in our lives. The Earth provides it all for us. And I feel like we have forgotten that. The trees that build our homes were alive. Their wood providing the bones of our lives. The floors we walk on. The cribs that hold our babies. And those same trees make paper. Books. God, how I love books. The water that flows through our pipes is alive. Water is life itself. To drink. Cleanse with. We are Baptized in water. The stones and granite and marble and quartz that adorn our countertops are mined from the ground. The gold and silver and rubies and emeralds and diamonds that are turned into jewelry to adorn our bodies are gifts straight from the earth. The chips that make up our phones and computers and batteries also come from the earth. It is like magic. Enchanted sand writing the code for our lives. Sand turned into glass. Mirrors to see ourselves. Glasses to see the world. Clearly. Not to mention the thousands of variations of fruits and vegetables and nuts that just grow on trees and bushes and vines in all different colors and variations to feed and nourish our bodies and souls. The herbs that season our food and provide medicine to keep us true and healthy. The Earth's pharmacy growing in the garden outside my window. Wheat and grains turned into flour and food. Thank you, Mother for our daily bread. The flowers that are there for their beauty. That decorate the landscapes of our lives and help us celebrate and mourn. Are turned into dyes for our fabrics and ink for our stories. And attract the bees. The busy bees that are kind of the cornerstone of life itself. That make sacred honey and wax from their tiny, perfect bodies. All of the birds. I am bewitched by birds. Their feathers feel like gifts from Heaven when I find them lying in the grass. Cotton and linen and wool from sheep and alpacas. Leather and suede. Animals that share their coats and skin with us to keep us warm. How holy. And what about spiders that make literal silk? And spin glorious webs. Did I mention cheese? Glorious cheese. And butter. And cream. From cows and sheep and goats. I have to mention chickens. The dinosaurs sisters that roam my yard and make me laugh and deliver nature’s perfect food to me daily. Omelettes and quiche and birthday cakes! The fish in the sea. What is this enchanted world we live in? Don't forget about the sun. That makes all of this possible. And puts Vitamin D straight into our bodies. How does that even work? What about salt from the sea. That seasons and preserves our food and that I soak in every night in a hot, glorious bath. Our dear friend fire. That keeps us warm. Cooks our food. Provides light in the darkness. Burns and composts the old so the new can be born. Oil. Preservation. Energy. Fuel for a lamp. Heat in a pan. Medicine for my skin. What about the mushrooms? God. They are so good. And they are definitely magic. They have a whole system of communication. Like the trees. Where they share information and resources. And make sure everyone has exactly what they need to be healthy and happy and to grow into their full potential. We have that as humans too. We have just forgotten. That we are part of the trees and the rocks and the water and the spiders and the mushrooms and the sun and the moon. I hope we can start taking better care of ourselves and each other and our Great Mother who provides us with all of these delicious gifts. This world is so full of wonder and so are we.