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