"Moo" - I heard the cows from across the road say this morning as I sat outside and drank my coffee. A quick glance at the reasons why cows moo suggests that the primary reason was unhappiness. However, cows are also complex social animals so we as humans cannot necessarily decipher all of their mooing. This is how I have felt recently that I cannot decipher or understand all that is being said. As an educated white woman living in the quiet of the country with a husband who is still working and a family that is healthy, I am insulated from many of the world's ills.
I am grief-stricken, heart-broken and beyond angry all at the same time. Yet I have no words because I cannot make sense of it all nor do I understand because I haven't been in the shoes of those who have lost jobs. those whose loved ones have died, those who have been discriminated against, those who have been wrongly incarcerated or those whose voices have been silenced.
No answers came from the trees or from the lunchtime Quaker meeting I attended. Now I sit in my office writing. As I hear the fan blowing behind me, I feel the leaves scattering within my soul asking where is the wind taking us?
I hold onto the Divine Knowing, to the Christ who exists outside of space of time and space and the gift of revelation through creation. And the answer remains, "Listen,", plant your feet in the grass watching the rising and the falling of the sun.
I claim the word, "Moo" as my message from of the scriptures of the Earth to pay attention and listen.
I am grief-stricken, heart-broken and beyond angry all at the same time. Yet I have no words because I cannot make sense of it all nor do I understand because I haven't been in the shoes of those who have lost jobs. those whose loved ones have died, those who have been discriminated against, those who have been wrongly incarcerated or those whose voices have been silenced.
No answers came from the trees or from the lunchtime Quaker meeting I attended. Now I sit in my office writing. As I hear the fan blowing behind me, I feel the leaves scattering within my soul asking where is the wind taking us?
I hold onto the Divine Knowing, to the Christ who exists outside of space of time and space and the gift of revelation through creation. And the answer remains, "Listen,", plant your feet in the grass watching the rising and the falling of the sun.
I claim the word, "Moo" as my message from of the scriptures of the Earth to pay attention and listen.
