Category: Covenanting

Mama Gaia, Papa Starlight

A Prayer of Remembrance and Repentance

Mama Gaia, Papa Starlight, your children we all do be — we who live on the land, fly through the sky, or swim in the sea. 

You gift us with life, and place within us a seed-like image of who we are to be.

Help us unfold this image more fully, that we may come to know and to love and to be one with all our fellow creatures, just as you, Mama and Papa, know and love and are one with us.

Teach us to love those who have harmed us, for they know not what they do. And we, too, are not yet reliably kind and mindful.

So temper your human children as gently as may be: we who so easily go astray, and lose our way, and seem to be slow learners.

May Grace shield us from overeating at the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. And as the needful temptations arise, grant us compassionate restraint.

Then when this tree has served its purpose and we have been ripened by time, guide us to the tree of life, whose leaves are for the healing of people and of nations.

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An early Candlemas celebration at Light Morning.
Photo by Victor Fischer.

A Sword In My Side: 1

Everything Unresolved Is Recreated

The following story, in three parts, is told from the perspective
of how I experienced it 25 years ago, in December, 1995.

Prologue

After the trauma had served its intended purpose, I came to believe that the path I had traveled had to unfold as it did. The hard-earned clarity of hindsight showed me clues that I had missed and discernible traces of long-dried blood on the tracks.

But we don’t see what we’re not yet ready to see; or shouldn’t see. Foresight would have caused me to run from the pain that awaited me, and from the improbable healing and commitment that that pain would bring.

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A New Kind of Family

Pear blossoms

[When Light Morning was an active community, those wanting to visit or intern here sometimes asked about our core values. In response, we posted three articles to an earlier version of this website: Living Close to the Earth, A New Kind of Family, and A Transformational Journey.]

In the spring of 1974, two couples arrived at an old Appalachian farm in southwest Virginia and started homesteading. Ron and Marlene and Joyce and I were passionate and vision-driven. We had just come out of a catalytic encounter with inner guidance. But we also came from significantly different backgrounds.

Joyce and I grew up in a small intentional village on the east coast. As young adults, we adopted the early hippie lifestyle of long hair, psychedelics, rock and roll, and Vietnam War protests. Ron and Marlene were raised on Wisconsin dairy farms. They came of age as straight-laced Midwesterners, never doing any drugs, ignoring the war, and becoming members of the John Birch Society.

How did two couples who would hardly have been acquaintances, let alone friends, end up spending their entire adult lives together? We later joked that it had been an arranged marriage, and we were still looking for who had arranged it. But whoever that mysterious matchmaker may have been, we were tightly bonded with a curiously durable glue.

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