By Judy Funderburk, Extension Master Gardener
Every morning I am invited
To witness and take in
the Light of a new day,
the Song of the wind,
the Dance of the trees,
the Strength and Smoothness of worn rock.
To invite the gifts of the world around me to enter and teach,
To be in a place of humility before the beings that are
(as the First Nations people knew)
part of a larger living breathing whole,
To connect in oneness with all that is/was.
The living Thingness of our dear Earth,
It’s ability to renew and flourish,
Is being destroyed by our need to dominate,
Threatened by sapiens, those we call ‘humankind’
Who misuse, who desecrate.
Forty million acres of lawn
Cut to an average height of two inches
With roots a similar length.
Destructive, distressing, depressing …
Compare to the deep-rootedness of prairie and forest.
Every morning I am invited and invite you
To participate in
Welcoming the Light of a new day,
Becoming one with the Song of the wind,
Dancing with the Grace of branch and leaf,
Aligning with the Strength and Smoothness of worn rock,
Renewing Soul and supporting wild Life.