John Denver’s song, “Amazon,” has been on my mind, as Mother’s Day is almost here.
There is a river that runs from the mountains,
That one river is all rivers,
All rivers are one…
Never miss a local story.
There is a vision that shines in the darkness,
That vision is all of our dreams,
All of our dreams are that one.
John Denver sings of the rivers, the forests, all flowers, and birds … as one. He sings of the song of life, the flower of faith, the tree of temptation, and the river of no regret, and that our dreams and visions are all one. He calls on us to be a voice for the mountains, the rivers, forests and flowers, all creation.
The Kansas City Star recently reported: “Carbon dioxide hits a global milestone, worldwide average reaches levels unseen in eons. And growth is at an explosive pace… the global monthly average for carbon dioxide breaking records and reaching levels that haven’t been seen in about 2 million years.”
I dreamed last night that a great fire was set with no intention. I saw a calf and pig run down by folks who had no need of food. I cried in anguish for those animals, but no one responded. Our voices have been small in a wilderness of greenhouse gases. Who else will speak up for Our Mother? Who else will stand up for her and give her voice?
Native American spirituality has faith in a universal consciousness of Spirit residing in every part of creation. This essence is alive in every plant, animal, mineral and in all the elements of earth, wind, fire and air.
All are sacred beings related and interconnected to one another in this Spirit consciousness. We are, therefore, brothers and sisters having a kinship to all beings. “Mitakuye oyasin” is Lakota for all my relatives, and is representative of the universality of our interrelationship and interconnection with the divine.
Mother’s Day is almost here. Our Mother the Earth lies at our feet, has cared for us since our first breath, and unceasingly nurtures us, cares for us and protects us.
Isn’t it time we honor her and be her voice, for all of our kin: the mountains, the rivers, the forests, the flowers, the ocean and the desert and, most importantly, for our soon-to-be-depleted air supply?
Let ours be a voice of no regret.
Aho, mitakuye oyasin.
Kara Hawkins, one of The Star’s Faith Walk columnists, can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.