Innocent until proven guilty – is a phrase we all know well as part of our judicial system. We know how our court system works and also, how often it doesn’t work.
But what about our own guilt – we are the police officer, judge and jury of our own actions. How did we become so harsh with others and ourselves? We feel guilty about so much and want others to feel guilty about the atrocities we feel they committed against us, society, and even the earth. Now I know this seems a bit of an exaggeration, but it is to make a point. Truthfully and literally I think sometimes the more subtle the “offense” against us, the more damaging something can be, because like a subliminal message it drives itself deep into us, so softly and like a tiny splinter we don’t really notice going in, it becomes sore over time.
We spend so much of our time looking for the right teacher, partner, job, you name it – we seem to be looking for it. So often within that outer search, we seem to get farther away from ourselves, and the innocence of who we are.
When did we lose that innocence? Was it taken from us as children – to a certain degree I think that answer is, yes, of course it was. On the other hand, I think we abandon it freely on a daily basis, not taking the time to notice the miracles that occur if you slow down and absorb life as it comes to you, instead of searching and looking for it.
Two weeks ago, I wrote about enchantment. I think without our innocence we can never fully experience enchantment. Innocence and enchantment are too often spoiled by science and our own curiosity that sends us climbing up the tree of knowledge, sending us on a search for the truth, and like a poison apple spoils the mystery of what exists in each moment of our life experience.
They say that OM is the sound of creation – the first sound made. Sounds a lot like MOM. Maybe our mother is OM forwards and backwards. Many of us have lost our maternal mothers, and if we have not, many of us have become the caretakers of them. I will tell you that the earth is the mother to us all.
If you don’t believe the Earth is our Mother, then tell me why, on just about any given day, you can walk outside, take off your shoes, and instantly feel better. She holds us and heals us in her vibration.
Her oceans and seashores heal the sick, and medicine can be found springing up from the dirt in the form of plants. She truly is our caretaker.
I have wondered often as so many others before me and with me, what is the purpose of our lives on earth, and what could possibly be the point in coming here, when we all seem to just want to find home. I think heaven sent us here as seeds and the earth birthed us as our mother. Maybe we are here to love the earth in the same way we love our own mother. I believe we are here to spread that in the innocence of joy, miracles, and random acts of kindness, and in doing so, we bring heaven to earth.
Saturday April 29th was Earth day, and Sunday May 11 is Mother’s Day. In case you did not think about our Earth on Earth Day, remember her on Mother’s Day and be a child again, and remember how innocent it felt being with your Mother when you were very small. As we get older let us remember that the Earth too needs our parenting, just as our human mothers do. That is the innocence of who we are.
We are the children of Earth.
~Cynthia
