Love of the Land
The old people came literally to love the soil, and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of being close to a mothering power. It was good for the skin to touch the earth, and the old people liked to remove their moccasins and walk with bare feet on the sacred earth.
Their tipis were built upon the earth and their altars were made of earth. The birds that flew in the air came to rest upon the earth, and it was the final abiding place of all things that lived and grew.
The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing, and healing. This is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of propping himself up and away from its life-giving forces. For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply and to feel more keenly.
He can see more clearly into the mysteries of life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him.
– Chief Luther Standing Bear –
Teton Sioux, Born 1868
I awoke Sunday morning from a dream of the southwest and was greeted by the glint of bright sunshine peeking through the side of my curtain. For a moment, it felt like a spring or summer morning when the warm sunshine fills my room and stirs me to life. When I realized I was still in winter, I snuggled back down, under my down-filled duvet, and tried to hide from the cold.
Like the bear, I ‘hibernate’ in the winter months. It seems the older I get, the less tolerant of the cold I am. The winter is not my season of choice and while I know it is part of the Circle, I anxiously await spring and the re-birth of nature around me.
Spring is always an exciting time because although there is still a slight chill in the air, you watch the earth come back to life before your eyes and all the wonderful colors return. The smell of nature turns fragrant and enticing.
The hot days of summer are when I feel most alive! It can’t be too hot for me, which is why I love the southwest! The sun’s strong rays fill me with energy and I feel deeply connected with nature and the ground that touches my feet.
I love to sit on a grassy spot, close my eyes and focus on the sounds of nature. The earth will talk to you when you stop and open your mind to listen to her. Even in the nighttime you can sit still outside and hear her as the warm breeze blows around you.
I am anxiously awaiting the return of spring and summer – The smell of the grass and the flowers. The hot sun and the gentle breeze. The grass touching my feet and the earth vibrating with life! The warm sun can’t get here fast enough!