Whether repairing the dome on the Capitol building, mending a tattered quilt made by our grandmother or restoring a watercourse by building gabions & planting pollinator-attracting plants along its banks, I don’t think we can really restore this world’s gifts if we don’t do it with love.
We can’t fully accomplish such tasks with a technical indifference, with an anger over past abuses or damage, or a contempt for those who did not take care of these things as much as we wish they had done.
I remember how my friend the Navajo poet Luci Tapahanso recounted that her mother would not let her cook in the family kitchen if she was angry about something, because it would spoil the taste of the food!
Let our concerns for social & environmental justice be made manifest from the deepest upwellings of love in our hearts & not tainted by anger, self-righteousness or disdain for others. Let the taste of restoration be sweet & full of fragrance!
Brother Coyote, OEF
