Song Of The Earth

Song of the earth

Is always playing   Song

Of the earth Whispers   Song

Of the earth is Joy    Song of the

Earth is sorrow     Song of the earth

Laps against my breast     Calling to me

Calling to me         Mamma      I hear You

Mamma         I have been listening Mamma

I am listening          Still       Can I hear Her

Gentle heartbeat    Can I love    Her waters

Breathing Her     Fully     No need to hold

My exhale is  Reciprocity      My inhale

Is Her kindness    My exhale is a gift

I am here    Mamma

I am here

10/14 Love Moore

Bees

Holding steady, perched on it’s post. Waiting. There was some movement today- first time I noticed the small hive on the underside of Clara’s hutch roof was this morning, while sitting on the stump I placed near her door, when we moved her here 3 days ago. He is moving slow, not leaving. My guess is that this one is stationed at the hive, and was there, holding strong, as we walked the hutch to my friend’s truck, drove the whole lot, just shy of a mile to my place- walked it through the woods and now Clara, my rabbit friend, is here. I have been delighted to have her back, close to me- right here, so I can tend to her needs with ease. And the wasp is here, now too- waiting. I have been a major part of separating it from it’s hive-mates. It and the hive have been relocated. And he is not leaving the hive. But slowly works his way over the surface of their crafting. Perfect small cells to pack their eggs. I imagine the others have moved on and begun to rebuild.

I have had an interesting year with relation to bees. I have a small hoop house in the area where I am growing food. Early on, I realized that I was only a small part in this place- there were a number of wasps flying in and out, busy as all get-out this spring. As soon as I took notice , to honor this sacred creature, would stand in the doorway of the hothouse and slow down my breathing, calming myself and slowing my movements- sharing, aloud, my gratitude for their being there and that I meant them no harm and wanted to know if they would be willing to share this beautiful place with me? Those first few times, as I stood at the entrance with this prayer, a few would fly in and out, above my head and I noticed that a few landed, not far from me and stayed at that spot as I entered slowly and did my work. They have been kind to share the space and haven’t chased me out, nor have they stung me. I am grateful! They are amazing pollenators and so important to the vibrant existence of this garden. Every morning I go to the hoop house, I watch 4-6 different types of bees begin to emerge from their sleeping spot- seems this house is popular! The tomatoes are coming along beautifully.

The wasp I sat and watched today, at Clara’s hutch reminded me of a crazy dream I had, earlier this year…

I was standing in a room and looked up to see a wasp diving, fast, toward my head- I woke up before it made contact! But something happened, in that dream and I am living that experience right now.

With Deep Gratitude

For All my Relations

I am here

a love letter from the quiet revolutionaries 1

gather round,

drop down close

closer still….. can you hear me?

I speak through your heartbeat

your heartbeat

press your chest against my

outer bark

wrap your arms close

can you feel it?

Can you feel your heartbeat?

Place your unarmored feet

upon my surface

what are the qualities of this place?

Climb into me

let me hold your weight

drop deep

into your wild-self

feel into your sensory

awareness

tend to your wounds

I will take what you hold

I will take what

holds you back

sending it down to feed my roots

transforming,  transforming

i am here

i am here- trees sparrow raven deer

i am here- coyote raccoon rabbit slug wind rain

cloud elk wolf cougar and salmon

bear eagle condor hummingbird and bee

we are here- mountain snake lake river sky

ocean ocean ocean

vast waters of life

held in a single drop of rain

whale song- sound of sheer force

so cooing- the chorus

a love song from the quiet

revolutionaries

can you hear their sweet calling?

A longing to be heard

longing to be heard.

linda moore 2014

Intentions for the new year….

Island Center Forest Catherdral 12.25.12

As you set your intentions and create visions for 2013 – no need to make lists and plan a strategy to ‘achieve’ your goals: that keeps it in the mind-realm.

Island Center Forest path 12.29.12

If you are true to your authentic self, your heart will remember and if you are listening to your heart, you will hear the whisper.

rock meditation at Shinglemill Creek 12.31.12

Blessings for a beautiful year of the heart!
Welcoming 2013 with Love.

rock meditation 12.27.12