Demeter

I am the conduit of mother earth, of the wild and feminine nature of our world, of birth and death, destruction and creation, the fire, the earth, the air and water. My bare feet on her soils connects me directly to the heart of her and I remember who I am. I am. I am a woman born from countless other women and am the sum of every one of them.

Many of us are conduits. It’s not easy to feel the bottomless-pit of heartache for what we have done to nature, when we have done our planet such harm and continue to without much consideration. It’s a feeling that I’ve had my entire life, as if I was born into the feeling. I feel it everyday and every moment if not distracted by something or another. It’s always with me.

We are all outsiders in one way or another. This idea that life is truly a precious and mysterious wonder of this universe. In the inconceivable vastness that is space and all of existence, the mind-boggling number of planets and stars, and yet not a shred of life elsewhere. Our neighborhood of the infinite is void of perceivable life minus ourselves. I would have thought that this knowledge would be enough to spark an idea in humanity that everything on this planet is rare in the greatest sense of the word. We are all, at any moment and as far as we know, the last of our kinds.

I am wanting to create an existence where our ties to nature are honored and respected, our ties to one another are recognized as extensions of ourselves. But how could I possibly do that? How could I help to change something so much bigger than myself? One word at a time. One action. One choice. One day at a time. Creating a tiny ripple in the waves of humanity. How will I find the other ripples like me if I don’t have the courage to make my own?