I’m not much of an eco-warrior these days. When I started thinking about blogging again, it was with kind, easy going posts in mind. My mantra lately has been being gentle to the earth begins with being gentle to ourselves. I know how much we’ve all got going on– how hard it can be to find the time or the money or the inspiration to do the things we feel we should do or simply want to do. It makes me want to say hey, we’re all doing our best, we do what we can, fudge here and there, but it’s enough. Right?
Well, yes. Of course. But also, as you know, of course not.
Especially not on Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement that came and went not long ago. Not yesterday, Michaelmas, when the time turned ripe to look inward at the dragons we need to slay and to feed our resolve and inner strength in order to more fully live a life of integrity. The fiery spirit of these holy days and the season and the flaming trees has caught hold of me, and I mean to let it burn away any excess of apathy or carelessness I’ve over-indulged in that way humans have a tendency of doing.
I believe in cycles. I believe that we have fallow times and productive times, time to be warriors and time to take naps. Time to grow mung bean sprouts and time to eat frito pie. It is an essential part of life, the give and take. We don’t need to feel guilty about that. The seasons guide us through these cycles. To me, autumn is about awakening. It’s about bringing the fading light inside to brighten the soul during the darkness of winter and remembering the connection between all things.
It reminds me that when I’m not being gentle to the earth, I’m really not being gentle with myself. That whatever my excellent reasons might be, it is is my own soul that is harmed the most when I don’t live with the integrity I aspire to.
According to my very progressive Jewish friends, Yom Kippur is a reminder to look at where we’ve not been living up to our deepest values, to ritually proclaim the ways in which we’ve missed the mark in order to cleanse ourselves in preparation for the new year. It’s not about guilt, but acknowledging the ways in which we can do better. Of helping us to return to who we are–or want to be–in relationship with the earth. At Yom Kippur transgressions against the earth are collectively recited, while the right hand knocks on the gate of the heart, opening it to change. Afterward, the list can be burned, fed to the dragon and symbolically slayed.
This is taken from the ALEPH Alliance for Jewish Renewal. They have a very progressive approach that involves the idea of eco-kashrut, or guidelines for living in a good way on the earth:
Please forgive us for the ways we’ve missed the mark in relating with the sacred earth. Forgive us for our many misdeeds:
For accumulating more than we need.
For the times we’ve listened to our head and ignored our heart.
For the times we believed the voice that said “One person can’t make a difference, so I won’t even start.”
For feeling so overwhelmed or insignificant we forget that change begins with one person, and one step.
For ignoring the potential in our own backyards.
For not minimizing what we discard by composting, reusing, and recycling all that we could.
For disregarding the health of our children’s sons and daughters.
For how much we don’t know about our own watershed.
For the many beings and species our ignorance and inaction has left for dead.
For putting comfort, cost, and convenience first.
For being unwilling to change our lifestyle in order to protect the earth.
For each way we’ve neglected the health of animals, plants, air, trees, soil, and rivers.
For this and so much more, Compassionate Creator, we plead for your forgiveness.
And so we start anew.
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Cheers to the balance between gentleness and fierceness and to starting anew.
This post kicks so much butt, I don’t even know where to begin. Except with a huge thank you and hoorah! Hugs and kisses, also.
Thank you for the reminders and musings–reminds me of a song
I will be gentle with myself-I will love myself
I am a child of the universe
Being born each moment
What a wonderful prayer, and reminder. And those trees are amazing…breathtaking!
I love autumn for the distillation of all the longing, growth, and confusion of the year into something so pure and heady it takes my breath. Your photos are crying to me: get up in the mountains and get knocked to your knees.
Autumn is awesome! I love hiking in autumn, with sun and clouds and great light all at a time!