Unravelling Ma
Unravelling Ma
I do not remember being asked for my consent. Nor does She.
I am unable to rest in this understanding though.
This Earth Shift
This Great Unraveling.
Is, in incremental turns,
unraveling me.
When I talk with Ma Gaia it goes like this;
I am tired of being taken for granted.
So is She.
I do not remember being asked for my consent,
Nor does She
I am struggling to breathe.
So is She.
I feel like no-one is listening.
So does She.
I am disrespected as mother.
So is She.
I am being slowly eroded
So is She
I feel like I am being polluted by human noise and artificial frequencies,
So is She
I am now only reacting,
So is She.
I am trying to self-heal
So is She
I have depleted resources
So has She.
I feel like I am becoming invisible
So does She
I am exhausted by the lack of gratitude or the ability to apologise,
So is She.
I sigh.
Perhaps this is just menopause and a complicated, all male, family …..
She whispers back
‘Pause a’ men’
or is it
‘Pause. Amen’
I cannot help but smile in recognition at that feeling of solidarity.
Kat Robertson
Kat Robertson is “a shy soul, yes, an anxious, reclusive, soul these days.
A consummate creative. It helps.” She writes the blog, Rolling Om.
“I wrote this last winter, but just realised I had not published it here.
It still stands. Something honest about it. It pops up quite a bit for me in my creative pottering, while listening to so many environmentally biased podcasts, climate discussions with all the new ‘gurus’ of environmentalism ……..
I chose images of this past experiment, when I used one long, intact, branched, sitka root to draw a figure, (now dismantled), as a suitably, quietly, planted, yet entangled, illustration for it.”
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