Through gathering the fragmented world in the pilgrim’s bowl of compassion.
The land carries its own memory, and a rich, earthy, planetary wisdom. The memory and wisdom of the ages. And we’re made up of it. At some very deep level, each one of us participates in that wisdom borne by the land. Because we’re made of the land. Every cell in our body. There’s not a bit of us that isn’t created and then forged from the various places we’ve lived in. And so we carry within us all those ways of knowing, of being, of understanding, of imagining the world – just as the land carries them.We each carry inside us the long, age-old memory of the lands we’ve lived in, which have made us…
And what treasures we can uncover, if we remember it. If we learn how to dig deep, how to stop paddling about in the shallows and penetrate beyond the superficial into those deeper, older, planetary – cosmological, even – layers of the psyche. If, to use a phrase I coined many years ago now, we choose to let ourselves fall into the land’s dreaming. And so learn how to truly participate in the land’s psyche. In the world psyche – the anima mundi, the world soul.
It seems to me that, whatever else we pursue on the path to our own unique calling in this world, this is something that every one of us has to learn. To find our way back to the understanding of how deeply we belong, how deeply we are enmeshed in the life of this beautiful, animate Earth. And so ultimately, to remember who we are.
– SHARON BLACKIE, “The land which makes us”