Keep blending into, out of earth

sister earth

ma soeur, ma semblable,
these words I read beneath this picture of a scull found by the Tower of Jericho, which is a stone  structure built around 8000 BCE in Israel.

my Fore-Sister, my Fore-Crone

In the late 1980s I went there.
Much later in 2019  I stiched this into being

This Earth: What She Is to Me
by Susan Griffin

As I go into her, she pierces my heart. As I penetrate 

further, she unveils me. When I have reached her center,

I am weeping openly. I have known her all my life, yet

she reveals stories to me, and these stories are revelations

and I am transformed. Each time I go to her I am born

like this. Her renewal washes over me endlessly, her

wounds caress me; I become aware of all that has come

between us, of the noice between us. Now my body reaches

out to her. They speak effortlessly, and I learn at no

instant does she fail me in her presence. She is as delicate

as I am, I know her sentience; I feel her pain and my own

pain comes into me, and my own pain grows large and I

grasp this pain with my hands, and I open my mouth to

this pain, I taste, I know, and I know why she goes on,

under great weight, with this great thirst, in drought, in

starvation, with intelligence in every act does she survive

disaster. This earth is my sister; I love her daily grace,

her silent daring, and how loved I am how we admire this

strength in each other, all that we have lost, all that we have suffered,

all that we know, we are stunned by this beauty, and I do not

forget what she is to me, what I am to her.

You are my sister with Antony and the Johnsons

You are my sister

And I love you

May all of your dreams come true

...

I see it come