A few days ago I got my period for the first time in 18 months, since getting pregnant. It completely knocked me out and left me bedridden feeling fluish. I felt slightly resentful, feeling yet again unwell. And then I had a realisation and moment of sadness that followed. Sadness that we as a people have really lost the sense of ritual. Sadness that we have lost the knowledge and wisdom our great-grandparents once carried. Sadness that weve become so disconnected from nature, from the earth, that we no longer honour the cycles and rituals she bears or the medicine she provides. Our ancestors once gathered in red tents every month to honour the cycle of the feminine. They knew which herbs supported and healed our body and mind. They took of the earth what it so readily was willing to provide for our wellbeing. But now weve lost the sacredness of ritual, so we go day-in and day-out as if it were all the same, as if there were no ebb and flow to life. And instead of diving deep into the language of our symptoms, our body speaking to us, we mask it, subdue it, trusting a tablet made in a fluorescent lit room to numb the discomfort, the pain, the language of our body. Now I will point out here that this isnt a discussion about the pros and cons of western medicine. This is a discussion about the loss of our connection to earth and what is natural. And that cannot be argued because if we were truly connected to it we wouldnt be raping it of all its goodness. If we were connected we would recognise that we need it because we are a part of it. We would feel broken in spirit and mind, thrown by the interruption of our cycles, her cycles, by the destruction were creating. How have we become so numb, so disconnected that we can no longer feel this loss? I long to be in a garden with my daughter where I can name each herb and what its magic like my great-grandmother once did. Where we honour the cycles of the moon, the sun, the seasons. Where I can hear my own inner voice louder than the experts, the inundation of information and all that has told us for so long - not to listen to our deeper knowing. I long for connection not separation. For care not waste. For harmony not judgment. But I feel none of these can truly manifest until we see that we are not the masters of earth or of people. We are the guests, we are the students in the classroom, learning by life herself, what it is to be here together.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 13:11:44 +0000
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