Our Mother is raging

Our Mother is raging.

She is the elements. The rain, the wind, the earth, the fire.

She brings us life and she brings us chaos.

We are simply pawns to her power.

She sees us taking, stomping across her body without caution and like the loving mother she is, she loves us anyway.

She will pull every last ounce of nutrient from her dry brittle earthly body to give us the food we need.

She will regenerate, we know it and take it for granted.

But like a loving mother our Gaia has her limits... she rages her fire and crosses her edges... she is a woman pushed too far.

Defending herself by the skin of her bared teeth.

She crashes through the fields and tears down the ancient trees she’s loved to her bones and screams to be heard.

A mother on edge.

Urging you to listen, pleading with you to hear her boundaries her limits of what she is willing to stand.

And like the loving mother who has been pushed again and again with no support, who has snapped in the face of her scared naive children she knows remorse and will bring the rains to soothe her scold...

But she needs support, resources, honouring and love.

She needs help.

And I feel for all in her wrath, in her path.

And I honour the spirit of the community and the bravery of the RFS prepared to meet her and hold her while she spirals.

And I share hope that we can support her to bring balance.

We need her, and we need her to be thriving.

Love your mother.

Words by Dania Foster

Photo by John Crux