The Season of Non-Violence, Day 12

Day 12 – GROUNDEDNESS (Feb. 10)

Gandhi said, “To forget how to dig the earth and tend the soil is to forget ourselves.” And Black Elk said, “Some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds.” Today place a seed in the earth, plant a tree or nurture an open space.

Yes, I need grounding today.  I should have recognized this yesterday, that I was slipping too far off into my airy Libra ways and losing my footing.  This is always a danger for me, that I become disconnected from earth and water.  A good reminder to come back down and sink my toes in the dirt can work wonders.

It’s still a bit early for planting trees but I do indeed have several house plants that could use some sunshine and care and it is warm enough to haul a few to the porch and drag a bag of dirt over.  Ah, the feel of dirt under my nails.

Luckily the run-in I had with the toaster oven this morning isn’t so bad I’m worried about getting dirt in it.  Toaster burns are always interesting, amazing how flesh turns instantly to ash on a heating coil.  I smell it before I feel it, the nerves instantly dead.  I do, however, have quick reactions and icy cold water from the tap so it’s not too bad, just a bit sore and irritating but easily ignored.  I’m known to joke about having asbestos hands, boiling water is no obstacle.  Heating coils are another matter.

Yes, grounding is very much in order for me.  Excellent directions for anyone on any day but most especially for me on this day.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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