Diggin' In The Dirt

I am reminded again that the profound and the sublime can be found when we look to the most simple of answers.  We must return to the origin - of ourselves and of our relationships - and retrace our steps carefully until we find the place we deviated from truth.

Over the weekend, while soaking in all the plant-medicine I could possibly absorb at the Herb Pharm, it seemed so obvious to me why the world and its people are sick.  We turned away from the gifts that the earth had to offer.  We forgot about our interdependence, and forgot that all we needed was in and around us.  Like a marriage gone sour or a family unraveling, we began taking more than we gave. We forgot of the symbiotic nature of life and instead felt that our material world was our birth rite to be used and discarded.  Overtime, our entitlement was passed onto our children and their children and their children until we no longer felt the ties that bind life together.  We only felt our self and in doing so, forgot the truth.  The truth does not disappear, despite its inconvenient nature. The truth does not bow to ego, or justify.  It waits to be recognized. 

And getting back to the truth requires lots of digging.  And more digging.  Endless digging.  It seems that once we move away from the truth, we can stand beside it, but it's difficult to always be in it.  I think it's worth those moments of bliss.  The blinding loveliness is what I'll keep moving towards.