15 may 2011 > 6 The Lovers Self love, the unity of heart and mind, the stewardship of relationship My short sleep and busy mind finds me noticing the green of the morning, beyond the flat, wet grey that drapes around me. I welcome it. I find it a verdant metaphor, grateful that it holds the space for the greening of the land that is me. I am reminded of the stewardship of the Land around me, the care and nurturance, the taking and the giving. The honoring of it’s seasons, the expression of it’s elemental stories, the depth and shallows of this Land I share my land with. Am I stewarding well, this land that is this body, this mind, this essence? Do I honor the wonder of my seasons, the depth of emotional sea, the clarity of a good mind? Do I tend to the seeds I plant with creative intention? Do I nurture them, and bring them to flower, harvest the fruit of them and pleasure in the sharing? If I pollute my land, ‘toxify’ my mind, wound my essence-self, will I not dump this havoc, create negative impact, on all the lands around me? Won't tears fall? Can you steward the Earth without first stewarding your earth? Plant seeds of love on the footprints of toxic spill Lay the altered on the altar of light and goodness Tend to your garden, your life counts on it Let it fill the heart with good sense Celebrate those you love by being your best self Gift them with your seasons Tend to your weeds in offering of their message Prune what doesn’t serve the whole Sacrifice your limitations to; the doesn’t matter Embrace the mystery of you. Love relentlessly the closed hearted Open your mind to the magic of possibility. Breathe into life and death’s sacred journey Steward the Land that is of you.