Trudy Goodman

From Trudy

The Love of Mother Earth

As long as my mother was alive, she sent her children a Valentine’s Day card. The envelope was adorned with red heart stickers and on the back, in increasingly tremulous handwriting, she would write S-W-A-K (sealed with a kiss). The sweet wishes didn’t vary from when we were children to my being a grandmother. It was one way she expressed the constancy of her love through the inevitable storms of our growing up. Hers was a childlike expression that I barely noticed when I was a younger adult, but appreciate more poignantly now that she’s gone.
The constancy of her love is like the love of Mother Earth for all life. There may be storms, floods, fires, and earthquakes. Even so, the sun comes out again, the water recedes, the skies clear, the ground is stable again. The earth is in a state of unbroken presence, always here for us, no matter who we are.
After his awakening underneath a sacred fig tree, the Buddha lived, taught, and meditated in the forests and groves of northern India all his life. He knew the simplicity of living close to nature supports relaxing our minds and calming our hearts. He died lying down between two great sal trees. Perhaps one of the best things we can do to protect the earth is to spend time in nature, as Mary Oliver says:
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-three,
and the leaf is singing still.
~ “What Can I Say” from Swan by Mary Oliver ~
At this time the earth is calling to us, to love one another and to love her.
Happy Valentine’s Day,
Trudy