I believe that as we come to know the Earth intimately as a living, breathing being, we will no longer treat Her as a resource. We will see Her for who She truly is -- the source of all life.
In my dream, I was on the street, among the people in the neighborhood, trading clothes among ourselves so we’d all have something to wear that fit us. I was trying to find a funeral at the church, but I didn't know which church, so I was scrolling through a list, like a teleprompter, trying to find the name and location and the time of the funeral, all the while moving and driving and feeling anxious and hurried to get there – but I didn't know where there was.
My mother was a “foodie” decades before the word was invented. I grew up with an International Cooking Club gathering once a month in our home. I have memories of the smell of curries and Italian sauces simmering on our stove, of Greek menus and Moroccan and Brazilian and North African flavors that were exotic for the early 60’s. My mother grew her own herbs and made...
I was born into a world of white privilege, of entitlement, and with an assumption that everything around me was here for me. Without knowing any differently through the teachings of my school, my home, or my church, this was the way it was: whatever you had the money for could be yours and the most important thing was to have the money.