Thoughtful Thursday: Dirt Medicine by Hannah Renglich

Dirt Medicine by Hannah Renglich (re-posted from here with permission)

Thank you to pictures.4ever.eu for this image
Thank you to ‘pictures.4ever.eu’ for this image

We, the fossil fuel-addicted,
gather:

 

AA circles of the present
include true confessions of grief
for lost land and
wayward soil,
disconnection from earth
and mourning
the changing ecology
cars, cars, cars,
and where did all
those trees go?

Sunshine resting
on the backs
of armchairs
encircling such
sadness shared

Let them eat
the future
Wendell Berry writes

But with
no memory of community
among the 20-somethings,
is the future here
now?

Moving
into guilt
limits
language
reclamation, revolution
and my mind
hearing the offered answer
less, less, less,
shouts back
more, more more!
of the pluriverse
diversity
multiplicity
complexity

I am
holding tenderly
my friends
the milpa farmers
the mud-bathed paddy planters
the sukuma wiki sorceresses
in shanty towns and slums
and high rises and huts
in countrysides and downtowns,
heart steadfastly beating
in solidarity with
peasants, taxi drivers,
CEOs, agrarian royalty,
indigenous, immigrant,
settled, unsettled, resettling,
creatures, lives, people
worlds away,
across the street,
underfoot.

If I were
to relinquish,
focusing even less
on the practice
and letting go of the theory,
the world would
continue
to breathe me,
at least until that time
my body passes
back through the land –
the phase of rest and change
these molecules know best.

Until then, the land
continues passing through
my body, while I:

monitor the stripmining
of its sources of nourishment,
knowing intimately the effects of
bread more obscene
than our movies

learn the call
and answer
slogans of the struggle
for liberty, community,
land and life

sit in circles
with new friends
reveal myself in earnest
hope and
loving curiosity
somehow still believing
– a magical secret
scorching through my pocket –
that the answers
are not
as valuable
as the questions

walk in mindfulness and quiet
contemplation
swelling full to
teary-eyed brimfuls
with the scent of pine
cooked by sun

fall to my knees
catching the sight
over my own shoulder
of dried wind-dancing
flower spines embroidering
the rolling field

let myself be
fully embraced
in the lap
mother earth provides

drink in
late April brilliance
of awakening life –
squabbling crows in counterpoint
to windchime birdsong –
supported by rich
dark soils, sharp
green cedar sparkling
on my tongue,
sky so blue
it cracks the
winter exoskeleton
clean off,
welcoming me back,
here,
home, home, home.

Published by Kaytlyn Creutzberg, BSc, NSch, MA

#SayItLikeItIs: In her two years of graduate work (2016-2018), Kaytlyn learned the art of bearing witness to an unheard collection of stories about human dignity. She first explored how she could apply a spiritual care therapeutic model to how farmers relate to their land. Realizing a greater cultural narrative was implicated, she then studied the impact of collective memory on cultural narratives and the pervasive "don't care" attitudinal construct towards Earth and Her landscapes. (formerly Gayl)

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