Woke up feeling bleak again. Very disappointing when the news is good — the DAPL is stopped for the moment. Well, I hope there will be some serious rethinking, and in particular a serious study of environmental consequences. which has been bypassed by trickery.
In church, in the time for our “joys and concerns” I asked for prayers for all the people at Standing Rock, prayers for the Water Protectors, prayers for the military and police who are trying to move them, prayers for the veterans who have come to support the Water Protectors. I asked them to pray for a peaceful solution.
Snow is falling. “The black hills are white…” from a song called “Time to Move On” from the 60’s. I hear the plows on Three Mile Hill. I feel so sad. Mostly my heart is with the Water Protectors, but also with the riders of Dakota 38.
I’m thinking about my realization from yesterday, that Spirit holds the whole planet. How do I know this? It’s from a quietness inside, that seems to connect with a vast quietness outside. A sense of this quietness having solidity and weight even though it’s not material. I feel a curve and realize that it goes through my arms, as though I am holding the planet. I think back to the Ocean of Compassion. This is bigger.
About Tommy, a character in an Elizabeth Goudge book, who is upset about a small boy killed in an automobile accident: “He did not … wonder if his own warm anguish of pity was a faint echo of some tremendous compassion identifiable with the life that held the universe in being…” Heart of the Family, p170
Could not find “Time to Move On” on the internet. The relevant verse is:
The dry days have turned into years,
We watered the earth with our tears,
It’s been snowing all night,
The Black Hills are white
And it’s time, Babe, time to move on.