The BC fires smoke has me feeling pinned here at the lake. The sky is matte gray, slightly moist. The water is flat save for the circles created by dragonflies touching the glass. The trees that ring Echo Lake are still brilliant green against reflection and sky, yet I feel thirst. The lake level is quickly receding.
Each day I bless the water. This has been my practice since the past spring equinox. There is only one Water. It flows in all forms. You. Me. The big water – Grand Mother Ocean. Rivers. Snow. Blessing the water is blessing myself, blessing us and our Mother. Our unique, as we know it , planet blesses us with fresh water. Our home, our Mother, gives us life. Water. Is. Life.
On my circle walks, I find the Timothy grass waving in the breeze, it is taller than I am now. Some of the Bracken fern are too, a few out stretch the grasses. The look strong like their ancestors the beginning of time. Why didn’t I pick those fiddleheads? (missed opportunity) The orchard grass is chest high, blooming, beautiful. I find the Horsetail is petering out already, weeks early. Out my kitchen window are giant fireweed, perhaps 12 feet tall. They number fewer than a dozen of plants. How old I wonder? It looks as though it will be a banner year for blackberries, the bushes laden with hard green berry buds. But will it? I’ve seen a lot of shriveled berries too, petrified ornaments among the withered canes. Lack of water. I think of the bears. What is the high country like? Down here it is parched.
I was very disappointed Inslee didn’t call for conservation measures NOW when he declared draught in Washington. I am doing my best now to conserve. Join me?
I think I was 16 when I had a vision of myself as an old women. I was in the desert, wind chimes all around (ha!). Will the patterns persist? Is the desert coming to me? What does the future hold for us? The Polar Pioneer en route. Bought and paid for politicians. Stupid Humans.
“Every day brings more news that Shell’s 2012 near-catastrophes weren’t a fluke,” said Travis Nichols of Greenpeace, which organized protests while Polar Pioneer was berthed at Terminal 5 at the Port of Seattle.
“Last week we learned Shell will only be able to drill one well at a time because they deliberately ignored the Obama administration’s regulations to protect walruses. This week we learn the company can’t keep its fleet in working order even before it reaches the Arctic.” ~ Joel Connelly
Off my soapbox now but still banging the drum. I’ve got moccasin patterns to sew, happily. The blue full moon and ceremony is coming soon. Wopila Grand Mother Turtle for your generosity!
A mother Northern Flicker is feeding her juvenile son at the suet now as I write. It’s a good day to be alive. A good day to be still, be silent, open to the countless gifts that surround me. I’m breathing and finding balance. Making an offering. Over and out.
Mitakuye Oyasin ~ All My Relations
