 Cotopaxi amidst other volcanoes. Author of photo unknown. What does it mean to be kin to a river?  The Pastaza River near Shell Mera. Photo by Ondřej Žváček What does it mean to be kin to a forest?  The Yasuni forest protected by the Sani Isla Community. Photo by Lisa Maria Madera. What does it mean to be kin to the sea?  AQUATIC DANCE A seal lion chases a school of Salema fish off Isabela Island in the Galápagos. Photo by Enric Sala. From https://www.nationalgeographic.com/animals/article/160321-galapagos-marine-reserve-park-ecuador-conservation 10/16/2021 0 Comments Headed out on PILGRIMAGE... FLASH COVID DETOX 2 DAY HEALING RETREAT. Headed out to hot springs. Headed out to Baños with my kids. Taking greetings from Guagua Pichincha to their mother Isabel. Ready to soak in Tungurahua’s healing waters at dawn, watch her dance with the cloud rivers of the Amazon at sunset, Visit her comadre the Virgencita de Baños in the basilica and see all the new gifts her devotees have brought to celebrate their accomplishments and pray for their kin, bathe in the spray of the Rio Verde at the Pailon del Diablo, hang out with my children, drink hot chocolate, colada morada, eat tangerines off the trees, pick aguacates, hike through cloud forests to look for orchids, hummingbirds, tanagers and dantas AND best of all visit dear long lost friends. 
 From our friends at Wikepedia: The Kauaʻi ʻōʻō or ʻōʻōʻāʻā was a member of the ʻōʻō genus within the Mohoidae family of birds from the islands of Hawaiʻi. The entire family is now extinct. It was previously regarded as a member of the Australo-Pacific honeyeaters. This bird was endemic to the island of Kauaʻi. Click HERE to listen to the last male Kaua'i bird sing for his beloved who will never come. I have so many questions:
What do our brains look like, when they are formed in relation to bird song? What happens to our brains when they are not trained by bird song? What will our brains look like, our trees look like, our cities... look like? in the absence of birds? In the absence of song? How can we hear the voices of birds that are no longer singing? What does it mean to d/evolve? How will this affect our psyches? How will this affect our ears? What will our ears look like? When we no longer hear? 9/22/2021 0 Comments Sometimes... I think
I should cover up the words black them out with a pen redact them or give you a trigger warning in advance. I don't want to frighten you or the children by mentioning unpleasant facts. Sometimes I think that if I speak slowly * space the words out let them fall on your ears in small pieces of meaning you will be able to take them in. Our bodies are already overwhelmed traumatized paralyzed shot through with anxiety marinated in fear. Perhaps some chocolate cake? a warmed piece of pie? or coffee? wine? lots of wine? to coax you to whisper in your ear THE CHILDREN **our children** ARE TERRIFIED We aren't running away from their fear my dear We are simply collectively hiding from our own. Here **my hand** this match my candle. 9/12/2021 0 Comments RESILIENCE -- flash poetryYesterday, our 5/5 GREEN SHABBAT IPCC 2021 MURMURATION spanned the globe with guests from Delaware, Tennessee, Berlin, Dubai, South Carolina and Malawi. We read the IPCC 2021 press release together and then talked with artist, scholar and activist Jonathan Schorsch about the Green Sabbath project. In every murmuration, we host a flash poetry session where we choose a word that captures our conversation and then we write for 7 minutes. Afterwards, we read our poems aloud to each other. I have found these flash poetry sessions to be so moving and enlightening. I learn so much from my fellow starlings and admire how adeptly they share insights, beauty, and wisdom in mid flight. I am also grateful to have the chance to breath and see and think through poetry again in a space where none of us are poets and all of us are poets. Yesterday Jonathan chose the word RESILIENCE. This is my poem:  When I think about RESILIENCE I think about grasses and reeds I see them at the edge of a lake. I don't know why these reeds come to mind. Though maybe it comes from SCRIPTURE a Bible verse my mother used to read to me as a child. A BRUISED REED HE WILL NOT BREAK. Is that right? I don't remember. I can look it up. I look it up. I google it. A bruised reed He will not break and a smoldering wick He will not snuff out In faithfulness He will bring forth justice. He will not falter or be discouraged till He establishes justice on earth. ************* I am troubled by the HE. ************* RESILIENCE also means establishing new relationships to NATURE to SACRED TEXTS handed down to have the WISDOM and GOOD SENSE to ACCEPT what is USEFUL to not throw out the BABY with the BATH. POOR BABY. I see her flying out into the air. RESILIENCE is that child landing in the garden in the fragrant herbs in the soft receiving warmth of the ground. |
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