what if procreation was actually FOR CREATION?
not just and act of replication or an accident of copulation what if we taught our children about their real role as stewards and deep wild lovers of the wonders of this earth; as caregivers who actually give more than they take; as dreamers who witness and imagine for the earth in a way that makes it groan with pleasure and beg to create more for us “oh please, let me create for you one more time so I can hear your sweet whispers of exquisite love” instead, we lock our children away with our fear our guilt our shame our perfectionism our duty our unimagination our boredom our laziness our hopelessness our disconnection our pathological consumerism our passive acceptance we provide them with an inheritance of unconsciousness and a life sentence of servitude to the very thing that is killing us this hurts so deep, it takes the breath away and yet, in their voices, their unclouded eyes there is something that rings like a freedom bell a hope an opportunity that is both a reminder and a potential all in one when will we listen to this reminder? when will our most sacred act of creation become an act FOR creation? it will happen when we befriend death when we can feel the totality of our collective pain and still dance under the stars with awe and wonder it will happen when we remember that true joy comes from doing those hard but necessary things that we will never see the effects of and that may not even be enough but whose passion to be done beats in our heart, pants in our breath and sweats in our palms when we think of the alternative it will happen when we stand our ground and face the beast our generations have created; when we stop running and fling ourselves into the lions den; when as we are pulled apart flesh, bone, blood, spirit we realize in true shock and awe that we are actually making room for the REAL act of creation we are making room for real love beyond co-dependence beyond independence a love that is co-creative a love living deep in the womb of the earth deep in the cave of our heart waiting to be born * Original poem by Summer Starr, July 2015
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