Your research and telling is a healing balm. Imagine a world where we acknowledge our “one great-grandmother, and identify as ‘shikpoh’ “! All from the same womb of Mother Earth. I also love the mythological imagery of a tree as an umbilicus, joining earth to humans. The other day I was meditating on an imagined experience of being underground, the branching neurons of my body extending outwards, beyond my skin and tangling with the soil’s mycelial intelligence. Boundaries falling away and spirit shared. It was quite beautiful and echos so much of what I’m learning about the Khasi from your important work.
Thank you Kim! Your visualisation of extending through the soil into the mycelial network is so beautiful and necessary. It is a vital mode of transformation, a swift arrival into total awareness.
I feel it is imperative for all of us, now more than ever, to collectively meditate on our interconnectedness with mother earth and all the beings who inhabit her. This has been the core of indigenous philosophies across the world. Like you so succinctly said “Boundaries falling away and spirit shared.”
Thank you for reading this and sharing your insight. I deeply appreciate. 💜
This is brilliant and deep, so sensitively felt and explored. It is like this, it must be, and everything is nearly lost. Your vision reminded me of the Kogi in the Sierra Nevada, who have been trying to tell the world for decades. They see it in the rivers and the wind, and the world doesn't care to listen. Your writing is marvellous.
Thank you my friend for spending your time with this. You are so right. So many indigenous elders have warned us against our current pace but how to shaken awake the collective we still know not. People are so drowned in the noise from politics, entertainment - all vistas of distractions, that they can’t see the literal ground under the feet is alive and speaking to them, attempting to steer our species in directions of harmony.
"when people acted in self-interest towards forests, it stopped being a conduit to the divine." <-- yes yes yes! Yes. And oh, my friend, this gorgeous, powerful essay and view into a world I have never personally scene but feel now like I can smell the air, has sprouted so many seedlings in my own mind. Your grandmother! The mythical layer of the forest! Thank you for writing this. It's such a gift.
Thank you Nia for immersing in this world. The wilderness speaks in so many ways, languages without languages, to us who are listening. I am sure she is listening too to our prayers and thoughts. Maybe in these threads we can find our way back to what we have lost. Maybe we shall find that there’s a way to fix all the brokenness that has plunged us into deeper conflicts.
Your research and telling is a healing balm. Imagine a world where we acknowledge our “one great-grandmother, and identify as ‘shikpoh’ “! All from the same womb of Mother Earth. I also love the mythological imagery of a tree as an umbilicus, joining earth to humans. The other day I was meditating on an imagined experience of being underground, the branching neurons of my body extending outwards, beyond my skin and tangling with the soil’s mycelial intelligence. Boundaries falling away and spirit shared. It was quite beautiful and echos so much of what I’m learning about the Khasi from your important work.
Thank you Kim! Your visualisation of extending through the soil into the mycelial network is so beautiful and necessary. It is a vital mode of transformation, a swift arrival into total awareness.
I feel it is imperative for all of us, now more than ever, to collectively meditate on our interconnectedness with mother earth and all the beings who inhabit her. This has been the core of indigenous philosophies across the world. Like you so succinctly said “Boundaries falling away and spirit shared.”
Thank you for reading this and sharing your insight. I deeply appreciate. 💜
This is brilliant and deep, so sensitively felt and explored. It is like this, it must be, and everything is nearly lost. Your vision reminded me of the Kogi in the Sierra Nevada, who have been trying to tell the world for decades. They see it in the rivers and the wind, and the world doesn't care to listen. Your writing is marvellous.
Thank you my friend for spending your time with this. You are so right. So many indigenous elders have warned us against our current pace but how to shaken awake the collective we still know not. People are so drowned in the noise from politics, entertainment - all vistas of distractions, that they can’t see the literal ground under the feet is alive and speaking to them, attempting to steer our species in directions of harmony.
"when people acted in self-interest towards forests, it stopped being a conduit to the divine." <-- yes yes yes! Yes. And oh, my friend, this gorgeous, powerful essay and view into a world I have never personally scene but feel now like I can smell the air, has sprouted so many seedlings in my own mind. Your grandmother! The mythical layer of the forest! Thank you for writing this. It's such a gift.
Thank you Nia for immersing in this world. The wilderness speaks in so many ways, languages without languages, to us who are listening. I am sure she is listening too to our prayers and thoughts. Maybe in these threads we can find our way back to what we have lost. Maybe we shall find that there’s a way to fix all the brokenness that has plunged us into deeper conflicts.