Climate

Climate, the Weather, is a person !
With moods, emotions, reactions, responses.
She responds to us, to our pleasure, our rightness, to our upset, imbalances and excesses. Sometimes she withdraws. Other times she gives forth abundantly.
She is multifaceted, complex. She is simple. At times she seems many-personalitied.
She is local, intimate, as well as global and impersonal.
She is awesome, tender, destructive and healing.

She is everywhere all at once.

Tibetan weather men were esteemed in their villages. They lived their lives in direct relationship to Weather. They and their families served her, played with her, offered gifts and ceremonies of respect and gratitude. Sometimes they scolded her. At times they feared her – because she has no fear.

All “original” cultures lived in continuous intimacy with Weather. They depended on her for survival. She was a relative… a member of the family of life, a mother and a father.

Contrast this with our relationship to Weather today, and the increasing droughts and unpredictable rains, and weather patterns all over the world.

So, I offer this…

SHE RAINS !

wind blows
blue

tundra horses

icy
damp

crazy wild

who is she?

inside her feel
in my side
dragging down

drowning hair
through
over-arm

horse-trod ground
head hat
forward
tuck

she is seventh!

around here, still,
somewhere

left
right
over
on
beneath

now!

love the
rock
twig
eyes
shit
sun

love the
fear
separation
anger
illness
weakness
stupidity
idiot

me !

loving
heal
embrace
release
dance
stoop
gone

death alive
walking
wind

love her heel

oh !

there, she is…

secreting only

sitting quietly now,
under Pleiades

sisters together,
foaming
forming
brewing
broiling
grinningRain1

sssWHOOSH ! ShMASHH!!

CrAaaACcK……!

and together
we sing,

“she rains !”

yes, she rains !
Cultivate your relationship with Weather. Restore intimacy. Be mindful of what you say about her, what you think. How you are. She feels, withdraws and responds. She is sun and moon, rain and dry, warm and cold, wind and calm, lightening and thunder.

Write her songs. Leave gifts under her trees. Draw, paint and dance for her. Have food. Read to her. Sleep with her under stars.

She is like you… and hurting these days. Get to know her better…

s.c.

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