We are sitting on the crest of a personal tidal wave that began three years ago this month—three years we have been building for this moment, accumulating momentum, and froth, and energy--awaiting the tilt of resistance to break way, waiting for land to become home, and for the work to begin. three years of work are but the first letter in the first sentence of this book.
With awe and humility do we accept the treasure that is this land, and we hereby swear an oath to the grave to protect and to preserve and to enhance its well-being. the universe is a magical kingdom, and this extraordinarily dynamic and abundant hillside is a gem on her crown. If we listen to her stories, and tend to her wants and needs, and work for her causes, she will give us food and medicine and wellness in abundance. She will give us wood to build our homes and rocks to line our roads. Rain will fall free from the sky and combined with our sweat, and blood, and sun, and seeds she will feed us and support us and heal us for as long as we are true. She is a sanctuary. She is a gift from god, and the universe.
as stewards, we accept the mighty responsibility of her well being. I fall to my knees at her feet--I stretch my arms and my quivering digits to their maximum and reach for her heritage wisdom with all of my might. We ask her to show us the way. She tends generations of civilizations within her roots. She grows mountains and forests, and for her do we now have purpose.
In the tea of her bark,
in the crush of her rock,
in the bloom of her shroom,
in the well of her springs,
and the soar of her hawks,
and the waft of her fir,
and the pollen on the knees of her bees
do I fall to my knees and stare wildly into the eyes of my awakening.