So we are sitting with the Mother. Our Mother. She has been mortally wounded. We are at Her bedside. You know this place. We wonder if She can recover or if She will die. One way or another we have to be with Her. We can’t just hire a nurse or a technician to be with Her. We can’t leave Her in the hands of anonymous physicians who cannot possibly understand the full story of Her terrible illness. We seek advice, yes but we must be with Her and bring healing to every aspect of Her pain and suffering. If She is going to heal it will be because we are with Her each critical moment.
We are a large family and we all gather so we can bring all our gifts. Some of our siblings did research and found out what is poisoning Her, what adverse side-effects of Her / our lives are taking Her down. We stopped the poisoners. Some of our siblings found out who was beating Her and wounding Her. We stopped them too. Some of us discovered those who are plotting against Her and we are stopping them cold.
We are also gathering the community to sit with Her. We sit with Her day and night. Some of us drum and sing to Her. Some of us make her laugh, Some of us pray and do ceremony, day and night. Some of us wash her body and ease her broken body Some of us bring her food and drink, what will nurture her. Some of us ease her fevers.
Some of us tell stories so she will remember and the memory of how she lived once, how we lived together will revive her, We take her outside, We bring her to the trees and the animals. She feels the wind blowing again. We bring her to the living waters and immerse her. We sit her before the sacred fires. Each action helps her toward health.
Somehow our lives change and become about being with our Mother full time so she can rally. We take turns but she is never alone, never without her family, never without those who love her. Not any one of us is away more than a day or two and even then we are always with her. We discover, this is a good way to live.
This is what I mean:
This news about Trump and the other criminal murderers – can’t go the way of other headlines and news bulletins, We can’t succumb to distraction, the next obligation or the next emergency.
She, our Mother, is who we must attend, no matter what else, every moment of Her/our lives. This pis the conundrum – Our Mother is dying and if she dies we die too. No one will survive Her dying, No one and no thing.
So we gather at her bedside. All of us. All the children and the grandchildren and the great grandchildren
And we do our work of changing the climate, which is killing Her and restoring a climate in which She can survive.
And we do it ceaselessly. 24/7. 365 days. For millennia, if necessary.
Nothing else matters. If She dies, we die and our children die. All beings die.
If She lives, then there will be life.