It’s harvest time–and the fall equinox approaches
Mother Earth speaks to us all the time, but sometimes we (or at least I–I’ll speak for myself) forget to listen.
I’ve been listening to Clarissa Pinkola Estés on my rides to and from school. Right now, I’m listening to “The Power of the Crone: Myths and Stories of the Wise Woman Archetype, Volume 2.” She’s done a number of classes produced by Sounds True–and most of them are available from my library. I first heard of her years ago when she published Women Who Run with the Wolves.
She talks about normalcy being the enemy of the gifted person and about how the crone encourages us to be ourselves in all our imperfect glory. At the end of this session, she shared a poem/blessing that really touched me. I couldn’t find it written anywhere, but here are a few of my favorite lines (as I heard them–they may not be precisely right)
I’m the backwoods woman meeting the city teacups
And the gypsy
at the convent of the straight-lipped nuns
And the giantess
at the dance of the ants
And the banshee
running with the French poodles…
Mother Earth speaks
I’m not quite sure how that poem led to my poem, “Mother Earth speaks,” but it did. And it strikes me as rather a strange poem. But as a banshee among the poodles, I say, “what the heck–might as well go for it!” (oooh–I almost said a bad word, too, I guess I am embracing my wildness!)
It also made me think of my “Gnome G-poem“–or maybe I’m just thinking about it because fall is almost here and as a long-time Waldorf early childhood teacher, I always think about gnomes in the fall.
And today is also Poetry Friday. This week, our host, Laura Salas, shares some poems from her new book, Snack, Snooze, Skedaddle about animals preparing for winter. (You can enter to win a copy of her book on her website–the drawing will be on Monday, September 16, 2019)
:
Mother Earth Speaks
Welcome fall, time of harvest.
Time to gather in the gifts
I’ve made to nourish you.
I transformed the light of the sun,
The waters, the air
And my own essence—
For you
I’m the fecund earth giving you
The fruits of my body with joy.
But don’t think that I’m gentle
For though I love you
As I love all my children
Still, one day you will be my harvest.
You will be transformed
into light, air, water, spirit
then you will nourish me.
That’s all for today.
Thanks, as always, for stopping by.
xoxo
Thanks for sharing those surreal images from Estes–they sure get the wheels spinning! Your poem is lovely. Not quite wild, but…wise, full of the knowledge of giving and taking and the connections between us and nature.
Thanks!
POEM FOR MOTHER EARTH
The earth is our mother,
We will not have another.
There’s no better place to find
For animals. plants, mankind.
Green woods, beautiful lakes,
Nature has got what it takes.
We have to keep clean the air,
As environment everywhere.
Put an end to coal mining,
Nuclear power and fracking.
Climate concerns all nations,
Just as plastic in the oceans.
For good living day and night
Must change darkness and light.
Our planet, so wonderful blue,
We will always protect, we do!
Rainer Kirmse , Altenburg
Thuringia / Germany
With kind regards
Thank you for sharing this lovely and strong poem for dear Mother Earth! We indeed must always protect her!