Would anyone ever leaving trash behind if they were in Eden?
Most cultures have stories of holy gardens, holy fields, magical spaces were one would naturally want to walk "as if kissing the earth with their feet" (to quote Thích Nhất Hạnh's beautiful words).
What if the myths were keys, and that if we believed them we could pour their reality into our daily reality, we could take this warm, energy-loaded, molten gold and infuse everything around us in it, till it became what we experience?
Stories and myths were told, chanted, woven into the core of people from childhood till death because our strong connection to the symbolic world creates a powerful inner guide for our daily life.
I was recently at a gathering where Charles Eisenstein mentioned how easy he found it to make the right decision when everyone was looking and how hard to was when no one was. This is our daily dilema...we know how we want to act, we know how we can contribute to, tend to, add to the beauty around us...but we need something (like knowing that we are seen) to help us apply it...
If I asked you what were three things you could do more beautifully today, or three things you could gift the world today to add to the beauty of the dance? What would these be?
I'm sure you know...in fact more than three...millions...
We are living on the earth, the enchanted garden, the body of Gaia...we walk on the belly of the goddess, how can we not kiss her with every step?
Are we leaving enough room in our daily life for filling ourselves up with awe for the world?
For how incredible this experience is?
Walking in Istanbul I see beautiful ottoman buildings with esthetic proportions, and intricate carved stone work, sided by more modern buildings sloppily put together, that feel crammed together and tied with a string...
And I think that maybe the difference between them is that the builders of the first building were building homes for families that would spend time on this beautiful garden we call earth, while the other buildings were sloppily put together by people who only focused on the end goal, getting a return on their invested money as fast as possible...no notion of the earth, the garden, the families, the laughter of the children growing between the walls...
On days I connect to the earth as a garden, if it's raining out (like it is at the moment in istanbul) I whisper: "drink sweet mother..." if it's sunny I take a blanket to the park, I need to lay on my mother, each moment is more significant, each action more intentional...I see us all dancing an eternal wild dance even these two men in the traffic angrily singing the testosterone song, they are the baritone of our divine choir, we are all in the garden together.
My mom accuses me of being a utopist...a beautiful criticism.
She says that economic realities are such that people can not afford to make beautiful homes...but then I ask her about these decorated works of art...mud homes from africa:
Is it possible that we hide behind economic realities, and use it as an excuse to not beautify our garden? Can't we with a little time, and no economic investment, create more beauty or tend to the beauty in the world? Yes for sure we can. It's a practice, it's like these indian women taking the time in the early morning to draw beautiful patterns on their threshold...or in the streets, temporary art, a simple offer to contribute to the beauty of our garden.
No, I believe that what we need to beautify the garden is not more money...it's more awareness...feeling that all we do, we do on the body of a goddess...that we are blessed to live in the enchanted garden...
And so, as you walk the earth today...what beauty do you want to tend to, what seed to you want to plant?
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