I’ve been thinking a lot about Florence… about Mother Nature and her power. Many, including me, have said she is angry and this hurricane is her expression of that anger. Then I began to think of how a mother is with her children. She would never intentionally want to hurt them and violent weather hurts not only humans, but animals and indeed all of nature in the path of storms. All are her children… So why?
I look out my window at the wind and rain… all the leaves and branches on the ground… no sight of birds – not even the hummers at the feeder. I wonder if Mother Nature… Pachamama… Mama Gaia… is angry or is she simply reminding us that she is here, that she was here before humans and animals and will be after we are all long gone. Are storms simply a reminder of her wildness, her power? Are they a means of clearing away that which is no longer needed?
Our current cultural mindset – a product of patriarchy – centers around the idea that human life is the pinnacle of all life and anything that adversely affects human life is bad. It would have us believe that Mother Nature is violent, destructive, unpredictable, a bringer of senseless death and something to be managed, controlled and even altered if that suits human pursuits. When humans bring violence and destruction and death to Nature, it is considered necessary – a right even – so that humans can have food, access resources from the body of the Mother, control and alter her so she is not in the way of human expansion or… from the most patriarchal of patriarchal ideas… our manifest destiny. However, when Nature brings violence and death to humans, it is considered an atrocity, evil even. Wow… What an egocentric, human-centric, anthropomorphic view!
We are now living in a world where fewer and fewer people (especially children) consciously engage with Nature on a daily basis. Fewer and fewer go outside, much less venture into forests, onto lakes, into the mountains, etc. to connect with the peace and beauty of our Mother… to listen to her wisdom, receive her healing, embrace her love or hear her cries of pain as her heart breaks wide open over what was, what is and what will be if things do not change. Fewer and fewer humans engage in sacred relationship with all that supports us.
What if storms are Mother Nature’s only way of getting our attention to say I have a right to exist too?
What if storms are her way of saying… Remember me? I provided food and shelter and a spiritual connection for you in the infancy of this planet and human kind… the time when you honored me and saw your life mirrored in my life and my cycles mirrored in yours… the time when you saw me as divine as you saw the women of your kind… Remember?
What if storms are her way of shouting about the abuse forced upon her day after day after day, until she screams enough is enough?
What if she is reminding us of her innate wildness and power as if to say woman remember yours?
If only there were clear cut answers to these questions. In some ways, I believe there are hints of knowings, but it takes a mind willing to step away from everything we’ve been taught about the value of a human life vs. the value of any/all life out in Nature. It takes a cultural mindset of living in balance with all that is and that would take a radical cultural reset. Truly, if only…
For now, these are simply the musings of a woman walking her path searching for grace and understanding… wondering, as she always looks for the deeper meaning in things… wondering, as her heart too breaks wide open at the disconnect that exists between mother and child.
For now, I bow to Mother Nature, Mama Gaia, Pachamama, Papatūānuku, Máttaráhkká – in all her forms and namings – and her wildness, her power, her beauty, her spirit that imbues ours and the bond that does and can still exist.
As a woman deeply connected to women’s ancient ways and knowings, these musings turn me to the energetic workings women have done for ages.
As a Crone deeply connected to the land and the Mother… to Goddess… I turn to visioning, bow to her ancient ways, her ancient land and offer her my blessing.
And So It Is.
~Arlene Bailey, © 2018
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