Re-membering Beltane

 

My ancient ancestors, the Celts, separated the year into two halves.  The dark half began at Samhain, today’s November 1^st.  The light followed the dark in the Celtic world and the light half of the year began at Beltane, today’s May 1^st.  At Beltane, a Maypole made of Oak and decorated with white Hawthorn flowers would be danced around as part of the celebration of fertility that spring brings.  My ancestors were connected to the land and the movement of the sun and moon.  Everything had spirit or anam that supported them as anam cara.

Gradually that way of life was lost to the introduction and later domination of Christianity that demanded allegiance to a sky God only.  The old ways were then linked by the Church to the devil and to witches in order to convince people to let them go. During the Industrial Revolution, most people moved away from the land and into the cities to find work. My ancestors were among those who were drawn to the cotton mills of Lancashire from Ireland, Yorkshire and the south of England.

Society in Britain was run by men who were supposed to be rational.  Emotions were relegated to women who were seen as lesser beings.  Through the development of technology for industry and for weapons, this small island then set out to conquer the world and form the British Empire.  Technology allowed those with it, to subdue and dominate those without it. It was a great benefit to the men who forged this plan, to not pay attention to their emotions.  It is much easier to do harm to other life if you just stay in your head.  Things such as imagination were soon relegated to the least of beings, children.  Imagination became synonymous with things that were fanciful and not true such as the anam of everything.

This is one explanation for how we got to where we are today.  Being cut off from the Earth, from our emotions and from the power of imagination we now find ourselves on the brink of a myriad of bad things.  Luckily there are a lot of us and many healing paths forward once we let go of the belief in separation and embrace the reality of connection.

Sharp-lobed Hepatica flowers with last year's weathered leaves.

Here in Ontario a few days before Beltane, the Hawthorns are still bare.  There are no flowers to adorn a Maypole.  But, the days are getting longer and the sun warmer.  In the forest that I walk in, the first flowers to emerge from the brown forest floor are the Sharp-lobed Hepatica.  The bright white flowers rise up first in the midst of their weathered leaves from last year.  Later, the new bright green leaves will emerge.  Last year, there were only a few Hepatica clumps but due to logging and caterpillars eating the remaining canopy, more light than usual flooded the forest last summer and now Hepatica is everywhere.  They line the trail like landing lights on a runway, showing me the way.  Delicate and hardy, they are my Hawthorn flowers ushering me into the light time of year.

Wild Leek leaves with a few Hepatica flowers

Mixed in with them are the rich green Wild Leek leaves that grow taller each day.  I pick a few to take home and cook as my celebration feast to welcome spring and to embody the life that it brings.  The Leeks are managing to grow despite the branches that the loggers left behind. Their intense green is in sharp contrast to the dead grey branches and stumps that still lay like bleached bones throughout the woodland.

Basal leaves of Mullein

Most surprisingly though are the Mullein plants that are growing in the forest.  Usually, Mullein is an edge dweller which you find at the side of the road or trails, often growing in poor soil or gravel.  Somehow, it has found its way into the forest and the added sunshine from last year has allowed it to prosper.  The soft woolly leaves fan out in a basal fashion that reminds me of a lotus.  Mullein is the first plant that I remember communicating with as a child.  I was sure that it must be a healing plant because it was so soft and fuzzy.  It felt kind and nurturing to me.  I asked my mother what it was used for but she didn’t know and called it a weed.  I later learned that it did in fact have medicinal uses.  More recently, I was taught by an Elder on a nearby First Nation that they used Mullein for many purposes.  Now, in my more senior years, I see Mullein as my childhood mentor and evidence of my ability to listen to plants.

These three gentle spring plants tug at my ancestral memory.  They beckon to me to remember my connection to Earth and to her abundance.  They are my way-showers and companions.  They wake up my imagination and speak to me in that rich, liminal, imaginal place.  As I accept their invitation to connect, a new way of being can be imagined and a new way forward visualized.  My heart and my body have become my compass on this path as I seek to re-member what is in my genes, what is in my bones, what my ancestors know.

 

 

A Moment of Happiness

 

The cedars, sky trees, fill my window

Like a lacy curtain against the grey sky.

Their greenery gently waves In the breeze.

They look happy and relaxed or

Perhaps I feel happy and relaxed

As I watch them gently wave to me.

 

Suddenly a shaft of bright white sunlight

Streams down between them and me

So, they are lost to my view.

I can almost hear angelic singing

Just like in the movies and so

I smile and feel happiness flood me

 

From the eavestrough hangs a single

Large drop of water lit up like a crystal

I watch its bright descent past the window

And then another and another follow it.

Fire, water, earth and sky create

This living vision until another cloud passes

And it is gone.

Only its gift of happiness lingers.

 

If You Have Come Here to Help Me

 

Murri artist, activist and academic Lilla Watson is often credited with the quote, 

“If you have come here to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together.” 

However, while Watson who is an Indigenous person from Australia spoke the quote at the 1985 United Nations Decade for Women Conference in Nairobi, she explained that this quote was co-created in the 1970’s by an Aboriginal Rights group in Queensland, Australia that she was a part of. This quote is used widely now in reference to Truth and Reconciliation work that is being done in Canada and in many other places as well.  And for good reason.  It goes to the heart of the dichotomy of us and them, the helpers and the helped.  It challenges the embedded notion of hierarchy and speaks to collective healing in which we all play a part.  It is a paradigm shifter.

As more Canadians become aware of the history of the land that is now called Canada and how this country was built on the dominance over, theft from, oppression of and exclusion of Indigenous Peoples whose ancestors have lived here since time immemorial, they want to do something to change the future.  After taking in some of the truth and processing the emotions to some extent they want to move to action.  They acknowledge their privilege and they want to help.  From a worldview based on hierarchy and a Christian theology, “helping” seems like the thing to “do”.  I too have asked the same much-asked question, “What can I do?”

So, what can we make of “If you have come here to help me, you are wasting your time”?  I have never met the people who created this quote and so I am guessing what they meant.  I am trying to understand it as a non-Indigenous person.  The first thing that comes to my mind is the embedded hierarchy in the notion of help.  From the abundance of privilege, helping can be very easy.  It can be an e-transfer. Helping can make people feel better because they have done something.  It is a good first step.  But when the help is given in isolation, the feeling better does not last.  We don't even know if it did any good.  It is certainly better than nothing but are we changed by the action? Are we likely to take another step?

I recently attended a Virtual Rally for Grassy Narrows First Nation (advertised above) who have been dealing with mercury polluted water in their territory for decades now due to the actions of a paper mill.  At the rally we heard from various speakers from Grassy and actor Adam Beach.  At one point, an energetic Jewish woman from SURJ (Showing Up for Racial Justice, surg.org ) which is self-described as “A home for white people working for justice”, asked for pledges to help Grassy using on-line polling and the force of her personality.  Thirty-five thousand dollars was pledged in about fifteen minutes and then instructions were given on how to transfer the money.  The money is earmarked to help people from Grassy Narrows get to Toronto this summer to gain more support for cleaning up the water from citizens and the provincial governement.  A social media blitz was also part of the rally since many voices together speak louder to politicians.  Later, a phone blitz was carried out.  A financial donation, a tweet, Facebook post or email and a phone call or two are all easy things to do.  The important thing was that we were doing them together to get the governments to clean up the water and to compensate everyone who has suffered at Grassy Narrows FN.  After all, the water is here for all of us and those yet to be born.  We have a responsibility to the water to reverse the damage done.  Thousands of people have benefitted from the paper mill through jobs, shareholding and all the paper we use and hundreds of people have suffered irreversible damage from the mercury.  We are all complicit in the dumping of mercury in some way.  This joint rally gave non-Indigenous people an opportunity to meet their responsibilities for reciprocity with the water and the people of Grassy.

 

The second question that springs to my mind comes from the idea of liberation.  If white people are the oppressors, then what do they need to be liberated from?  My parents emigrated to Turtle Island from England.  All non-Indigenous people have emigrated here from somewhere else in the last four hundred years.  There were reasons that they left the lands of their birth and came here hoping for something better.  Poverty, war, and persecution are probably in the top five reasons.  As I learn more about the history of England and Ireland where my ancestors are part of the very soil, I discover that it is a history of conquest and domination. Even the English language is a hodge podge of the words of the conquerors and the conquered.   Different nations over different times “ruled” those lands until they set out to “rule” the rest of the world.  My ancestors are made up of conquerors and the conquered.  And here in Canada, the oppressors. That is one story that my DNA would tell as well as being Celt, Old English, Viking, French and who knows what else.  I can only speak for myself but the sense of always waiting to be “conquered”, always looking for danger, lives and breathes in my nervous system.  That is the inherent problem in hierarchies.  People are trying to climb to the top which means unseating others while standing on the heads of those further below.  Just because this is all we have known and remembered doesn’t make it the best structure.  Liberation from this means working together, just as the quote suggests.

As I explore these ideas I am not suggesting that non-Indigenous people are suffering as much or more than Indigenous people in Canada.  We are likely not even aware that we are suffering, that we are not free, that our position of privilege is not good for anyone, including ourselves.  We are likely not aware of the ancient traumas that we carry around with us.  We are likely not aware of how much we can learn from Indigenous ways of knowing and wisdom.

It seems to me that when the traumas of Europe encountered the abundance of land, food and waters on Turtle Island, the traumas were not healed.  It wasn't as if we breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Now we can stop fighting.  There is enough for everyone here."  Instead the traumas morphed into greed and the accumulation of wealth into the hands of the few and destruction of our Mother Earth who offers so much. The fear-become-greed has led us to the brink of destruction.  No solutions that come out of this trauma are going to change things significantly.  Solutions that come from an Indigenous worldview in which the land, waters, air and all the forms of life are Sacred could change everything.  Perhaps, non-Indigenous people can be liberated from a self-destructive worldview as they work with Indigenous people.  It seems that this is what we are looking for as we come to grips with Climate Change.

Of course, this will take humility on the part of non-Indigenous people.  We will have to take ourselves off of the top of the hierarchical pyramid and stand in circle with those who were “below us”.  We will have to listen carefully, listen with our hearts, listen with our souls to what those we seek to “help” have to teach us.  Our theologies, theories and economies seem to have forgotten that all of life is Sacred.  How will we be liberated from these on our own?  In time?  Coming to understand that our liberations are bound together may open our ears, our minds, and our hearts.  And then we can truly work together to co-create a future that is good for all of us.  This is what we can do.

Drop Deep Into Earth

 

Drop Deep is a song by Lisa Turner and Resmiranda/Åsa Larsson that you can view at the link below.  It is really more a musical meditation that can transport you into deepening your relationship with Earth.

Below the You Tube video, Asa Larsson wrote:

A few years ago, my dear friend Lisa was going through a difficult time. She was tired to the bones but loved to get outdoors to spend time in nature. On one of those days, she got herself out in the beautiful landscape of Dartmoor and found a big rock where she could lay down and rest for a while. As she drifted away she could hear the rock whisper a lullaby. She wrote down the words, posted them in the sweet TreeSisters group where we both are members, I read it and fell in love. I put the words to music and now I hope the song can bring you a soothing moment of relaxation. ❤️

“Rest child, drop deep, drop deep into the leaf mould. Drop deep into the bracken into the mulch, down deep into the Earth. Rest child, drop deep, drop deep into the bones, to the last breath, to the wishes, to the hopes, to the prayer. Drop deep my child, drop deep and rest.” ~ Lisa Turner

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Take a few minutes right now to drop deep into Earth.