We had planned to do a beautiful, lyrical ceremony for Earth Day. We consider it the birthing day for Mother Grove Goddess Temple and I wanted to do some dancing and chanting and singing.
Instead, we cleaned up our little garden at the downtown chapel–a corner garden that was filled with a glorious overgrowth of mugwort. And that felt better and felt right. I didn’t think I could face another public ritual where we sang the glories of the planet while environmental degradation continues apace, where the affects of climate change on our weather patterns is confusing and difficult.
It was a small group that met and dug and tidied and planted. We put in some catnip and lambs’ ears, violets and skullcap. And daffodil and grape hyacinth bulbs for next spring.
It won’t save the planet but we have lots of mugwort.
Happy Earth Day. I wish I could write a fat essay for the day and the times but I don’t have it in me.
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