A week ago Sunday, I drove a ways up into the Sangre de Cristo Mountains near my house. I stopped by a normally rushing mountain stream, now down to a tiny trickle, and hiked up from the dusty jeep road into the parched forest. I could feel how the land up here is so thirsty, so dry, prostrate from relentless heat and no rain. I sat on a rock for a while, and here is what the land communicated to me:
Yes, the land here and now is thirsty. But every human is thirsty, always. Even the humans in places where they are getting flooded, getting drowned, their houses and cars swept away, even they’re thirsty. Everyone is thirsty for they don’t know what. It’s the connection with Gaia that they thirst for. It’s to know themselves as part of, as lush and full and connected, not arid, removed and separate. This is the worst thirst, and it can’t be quenched any other way than to leave your allegiance to the human-centered world and come back to Gaia. [Read more…] about Our Thirst for Gaia