A long walk. Very long. I walk not just to get somewhere..I am curious. My heart beats inquisitive. How shall I be a pillar when I must ramble? The Sanctuary is my heart, it’s true. But I must process.
I sometimes muse on the obvious thought that for all those people questing for a higher level of existence, for peace, for enlightenment, this kingdom here is our Hell. No wonder we haunt the edges.
Once again, I must admit that the life and future which this unnatural culture panders is not the one I want. Especially as a woman, one who early outlived all the reasons her brothers hold knives to each other’s throats.
Every tribe has its hero stories, the legend of quest, war, victory, and defeat. Our heroes have lived or died, and we sing the songs, wave the flags, watch the movies, read the books, and it never ends. My heroes are not these heroes. In times of my own struggles, in the agonies of conflict, this knowledge gently haunts me into remembering that there is more than material victory and martial peace.
Man has proven that he can penetrate and destroy any sanctuary of this earth. There is no place to hide from his appetite. He will come at you with his demands, his system and pin you in shrouds. Kings must rule or murder trying. Their purposes marshall us like chess pawns. Is it any wonder then that I sit in the garden murmuring my apologies to the roses and the fir trees? We are all just firewood. Can you see a future?
My tribe is a scattered tribe communicating in the prayer of healing. Prayer is not some high holy precinct of monastics, it is the way we live. We hold up life. Of course, sometimes we grieve, because this earth, this once-upon-a-time sanctuary, is captive in the grip of those who would destroy her. But we hold up life, for her sake, for our sake, for the sake of the creator, even for the sake of our destroyers, because of what we know.
We know about the agony of rejection. Bad enough, the cruelty of humans. Worse yet, the eternal destructions of an Angry God. I cannot walk with that one. So we pray for the now future with the living Trees, not for an armageddon followed by a fiery hell roasting the losers. Can you see see this?
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