A gentle grief has been rippling through my heart more and more these last few years.
Not personal grief, but shared grief.
Earthgrief — a deep sorrow in my body for the suffering of the Earth.
And I know I’m not the only one that has been feeling it — you can see it in the outpouring of collective anger and despair at the destruction of the Amazon. And you can sense it deep within you — a feeling that you don’t belong, a soft sadness that surrounds you like a fog, a longing for something you cannot name.
But we cannot possibly face the horrors of the Amazon or the ongoing destruction of the Earth with any sense of balance without also remembering the beauty of the world and all there is to love.
The truth is, most of us have lost our connection with the Earth. And it’s hard to love what you don’t know — the trees you have never touched, the rivers you have never swum in, the wild blackberries you have never tasted.
It’s taken me until now to fully feel my connection with the Earth, and i’m learning to live as close to the wild as a I can — to get down in the dirt + grow my own vegetables, to compost, to dedicate at least one day a week where I don’t use my car and another day where I don’t buy anything, to stay sober on a Saturday night so I can watch the sunrise on a Sunday morning, to spend my weekends exploring the hills and valleys and oceans close by so that never again will I forget that I belong to this Earth and that it is my responsibility to protect and care for it.
And I hope you know you belong too.
I hope you get out in nature and hike up the mountains and swim in the seas.
I hope you trust that you have the power to change things too.