I have this sense that the more in love people are with the earth, the more in relationship they are with their natural surroundings, the more they'll cherish and protect. Share the data, stimulate the intellect, encourage advocacy, but never to neglect the heart of things, the threads of soul, the pulse.
I've spent many hours with my children, immersing in fields, creeks, red dirt, wildflowers, muddy and sweaty or bundled up, giggling and observing, cultivating wonder and connection.
Recently, I took two of them on an adventure to Carlsbad Caverns National Park. It was a place of wonder in my own childhood (though I was years younger than they are now). I felt awe at the vastness and wonder at the mystery that there were still areas untouched and unexplored.
My second experience there didn't disappoint. I was flooded with that similar awe as I was deeply cocooned into the earth. I saw so many figures in the cave formations. This one made me think of a sacred figure holding an owl. I wrote a haiku to honor it: wandering to depths / wise ones of stone and feathers / ancient and awake
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