When we begin to emerge back into the world after grief has struck, we become aware that we cannot emerge alone. A lifeline comes to us from a friend, family member, mother nature, poetry, community.
The time will come when we will tether ourselves to this lifeline and throw the other end out to someone else. So perhaps it is more than a lifeline. It is a web. One we share with all life and offer back to another someday. Weaving together ourselves with all that we love.
This is my reading of the poem, “Construction Site” from a poet found on Twitter @the_librarian1.
Please have a listen to the poet’s reading. It is absolutely beautiful.
If your heart is heavy, if you feel exhausted from it all, plant your fingers in the soil of our Mother Earth, breathe in her breath that gently touches your skin as it passes, and walk barefoot on her body.
Let our Mother heal you. And let us care for her in return. This exchange of nurturing is what she needs now, as do we.
I share this poem written by a late, great elder of our time, Thomas Berry.
By Thomas Berry
To be seen in her loveliness
to be tasted in her delicious fruits
to be listened to in her teaching
to be endured in the severity of her discipline
to be experienced as the maternal source whence we come