my work is loving the world


I am Life, I am nature, I am Earth. 

I am not a separate entity, I do not know what "environment" means, it's my garden, it's my mother, it's my home. 
I am part of the ever-swirling-unfolding-emerging-manifesting mystery. 
I am bound to all of Life in the ways that I cannot imagine and know with my analytical mind but I can feel and know with my heart and soul.
I choose to dance with it all, 
I don't conquer, fight, or curse
but I do stand my ground, express my need, say NO at times too. 
Ah this life is a trickster where there's no right or wrong
and we all have different things to learn,
different paths to travel
to the beloved. 

The theme of day 4 of Women are Medicine Rewilding Journey is "Falling in love with the World"

The Messenger

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird — equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect?
Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium. The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes, a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth
and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam, telling them all,
over and over, how it is that we live forever.

Mary Oliver