Flood the World With Light & Love: A Call
Will You Join Me?
Darkness cannot drive out darkness;
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate;
only love can do that.
—Martin Luther King, Jr.
Friends,
My mission is to strengthen our terraphilia, humans’ innate affection for and affiliation with our home planet and the web of lives who make it vibrant and numinous.
To, as I say, “re-story” the human-nature bond. To allow us to heal and be the loving and kind beings we are at heart. To help us heal this earth and those with whom we share the planet.
Terraphilia is my ministry to this troubled world and we humans.
Yesterday, my poet-friend
put out a call to “flood the airwaves with poetry” since poetry was conspicuously not included in the Inauguration ceremony for America’s 47th president. People did. And it was beautiful!I’m taking a leaf out of Rosemerry’s book and issuing a call, not just for one day, for the next four years. Since there is no heart in the White House, let’s all be deliberate about practicing our terraphilia, and flood the airwaves with heart. With large and small acts of love, light and compassion. Every day.
Will you join me?
I’m not asking you to do anything you probably don’t already do. Just be deliberate about it.
At some point each day, stop and dedicate a few minutes to practicing terraphilia and strengthening this world’s heart. To spreading light to this beleaguered earth and all the lives with whom we share our only home in the vastness of the universe.
Be kind. Be thoughtful. Be loving—to yourself and others.
This is my call for the next four years: Practice your terraphilia. Be quiet about it. Be loud about it. Be subtle or bold or whatever moves you. Just do it.
Shine the light within you with all the vibrance you can. Let it illuminate this world. Every day.
If you are so moved, share this call widely. Also, post about your terraphilic acts in Notes here on Substack (you can tag me if you wish), or on social media. (On social media, use the hashtag #practicingterraphilia.) Let’s spread kindness, love and compassion to the farthest rounds of this very round planet!
Steadfast
Though a cold wind is howling, we’re not birds without wings— and as long as we have voices let us sing together, sing of freedom, sing what’s true, let us sing.
—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Note: This is not my regular day or week to post. I felt a call to share this today, in a time when we all need something positive in our lives.
Blessings to you all, Susan
I think that if there is hope for our species we must let go of our hubris and reconnect with the natural world. You are on the right mission in my opinion. I will try my best to further this.
Yesterday, Rebecca and I drove to the area of La Conner, Washington. It was a somewhat cold (40s) day, but partly sunny and lacking in wind. Fir Island was at very low tide (the last time we were there a king tide dominated the landscape.) Hundreds of Mallards, American Wigeons and other ducks were present, but the whole area was also dominated by dozens of Bald Eagles and Trumpeter Swans, two species that were threatened when I was much younger. There were over a dozen Eagles in one tree! So there is hope, but it will be rough going for quite some time.
Thanks for the beautiful poem.
I just subscribed. Thank you dear Susan for beautifully reminding us with your words and photos of nature's wisdom, lessons and the interconnectedness of all things. Truths that remain when all this other noise passes away....as it will.