The moral covenant of reciprocity calls us to honor our responsibilities
for all we have been given, for all that we have taken. It's our turn
now, long overdue. Let us hold a giveaway for Mother Earth, spread our
blankets out for her and pile them high with gifts of our own making.
Imagine the books, the paintings, the poems, the clever machines, the
compassionate acts, the transcendent ideas, the perfect tools. The
fierce defense of all that has been given. Gifts of mind, hands, heart,
voice, and vision all offered up on behalf of the earth. Whatever our
gift, we are called to give it and to dance for the renewal of the
world. In return for the privilege of breath.
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom,
Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
1 comment:
Great poetry...taking me right to the higher place within, touching the highest place without and all around.
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