bookofmirrors | More Roadtrip Musings

Another interesting thing that happened on the ride up north...

We were driving through the mountains. Anyone who's taken that road knows that the highway is basically cut into the side of the mountains. So, I'm kinda looking around as I drive, taking in the beauty of the land, feeling very in touch with the whole thing, chatting off and on with Glenn (our poly talk was over by this time), and just kinda being in the moment... And all the sudden, I could feel the Earth. More specifically, I could feel her PAIN. The slices into her body, that permitted the road upon which we were driving to be built. Gods, it HURT. And I just started weeping. Partially for the pain I felt, and partially to be a part of the race that did such a thing to a fellow Being, and because most of the time, I don't notice or care on more than a superficial level. Sad, really, especially for a pagan.

"I'm the one receiving the pain from you
You would make these lies
I would take them true
You're self existing
no chance of listening
Close your eyes I will help you pray
Listen to God and tell me what he said
and what he says

I'm the one receiving the pain from you
Break me down so shove me in a shoe
You put it on and walk on me all day
Me it wouldn't surprise
It's something you would do
I watch you

I am the ground and the dirt
walk on me
Face of the Earth"

--Days of the New
Face of the Earth