Monday, March 14, 2011
Sing it, Sing it, baby
A football field next to a high school. It looks so neat and orderly, unlike the world at this chaotic moment in time.
It was quite the juxtaposition yesterday, looking at photos of the devastation in Japan while simultaneously listening to loud birdsong right outside my window. The thought came to me that birds will keep on singing until the day their species comes to an end. It's spring, hence time to chirp, time to sing.
I remember reading that just prior to the tsunami in 2003, the animals in Sri Lanka and other places moved to higher ground. They felt it coming, and did what they could to avoid it. I wonder if they were frightened. I wonder if, on the morning following the tsunami, the birds in Sri Landa chirped again, as usual, as if everything was normal.
Don't know about you, but I feel that in some way my personal shoreline has been moved slightly by the earthquake. I feel the center of my personal rotation has shifted on its axis by an increment or two. Maybe because I'm a shaman, maybe because I'm a human being, I feel connected to the people in Japan right now, connected to the landscape.
I've read some pieces that refer to the "retaliation" of Mama Gaia, as if the earthquake had anything to do with us. The earth shakes and rolls, erupts, floods, dries out. She always has since long before us. Birds sing and the earth shakes. Same as it ever was. For heaven's sake, though it has its terrible impact on us, this is not about us. My, my.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the people of Japan. And the people of Egypt, Libya, Wisconsin. A friend suggested that those of us so inclined might sing calm prayers for healing. Kind of like the birds, that is my plan for today, between clients. I'll be singing because it's the only thing I can do. I'll be singing. Shalom.