Thus Robin Wall Kimmerer opens her profound and life altering book, "Braiding Sweetgrass." I can't help but feel the deep metaphor for our species, and the need to have this level of connection to the earth, passed between generations.
It's hard to believe that we are in September already, and that today the sun hangs in balance; but the rhythms of the seasons and their cyclical ways tell me that time is moving. I am seeing geese fly north, harvesting so much abundance from the garden, and feeling the chill in the air in the wee hours of the morning. To say it has been a strange year might be the biggest understatement of my life.
I've realized this year just how much these gatherings have come to mean to me; not just in how they bring together so many loved ones; not just in how they inspire my soul to grow further; not just in how my hands remember old skills and my cells remember what it is to truly be in community, even if only for a moment.
For me, it's in the ways that these gatherings mark the passage of time. I have been participating in seasonal and regional Earthskills Gatherings for more than 10 years in the southeast. Sometimes, in the past, I would groan and moan and mumble about how much effort it takes to go, and how it keeps me from accomplishing more on my little farm, in my little life.
But in the absence of these rhythms, without the option to gather, I feel suspended in reality, a type of fugue limbo...I remember "normal" life; but it seems like a distant dream. However, I know "normal" wasn't working for most; I know that many systemic inequalities have threatened to topple our fragile reality for a long time.
The Firefly Gathering seeks to reunite humanity with Earth, so that once again we can dance together in harmony. In times such as these, let us stay rooted, and grow together, like a well tended patch of sweetgrass.
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