There was a people in a cold and wintery place. They rushed around in industrious bliss,
hastily making and doing and manipulating and consuming. Their Motherplace called to them daily, but
went largely unheard. These people took
so much from Her and rarely took time to be with Her and consider the Great
Gift that She was to them. She knew that
Her people would grow sicker and possibly die if She did not get their
attention and let them know that being still, being present, being
compassionate, aware and loving was the first and foremost Gift that they could
give each other…Her Great Gift was the people’s Great Gift to each other. …Motherplace
called again to the people, this time leaving them a beautiful blanket of
Crystal Water on her back, on her life-giving body. The people, used to the Gift, did not see it
as a Gift. Undaunted, Motherplace left
the people more Crystal Water, glistening as it floated down through the air,
surely beautiful, breathtaking enough to bring tears to the eye. The people ignored her Gift. Motherplace entreated the again, leaving more
and more Crystal Water for them, fully in love with the people as this Crystal
Water carried the very energy and blessing of Life. This time the people began to grumble and complain,
indignant at the proposition that now they must trudge through the growing
depths of this Gift from Motherplace.
And Motherplace was insistent, Gifting more and more Crystal Water as
the people became angry, despondent and ungrateful in spite of the life-giving
Crystal Water. The people descended into
their own disdain of this Great Gift, swirling in the story of their own indignation. They walked to and fro in their wanton
industriousness, their blank ambition for doing, forgetting their Longtime
Story of being, of observing the balance of things, living the balance of
things, of becoming in the loving arms of Her beauty.
But soon, all too soon, in their haste, in the Great
Forgetting of their Longtime Story, the Great Gift slowly melted away in the
growing warmth of Cycle of Time. It
seemed the people could not wait, in their blank industriousness, for the
disappearance of the Great Gift of Motherplace, this expression of Her deepest
love for the people. And in the deepest
beauty of the Cycle of Time, Motherplace warmed herself and brought forth her
loving blanket of Green Life, that which would continue to feed and nurture and
strengthen the people in their industriousness, in their fiery ambition. Again, it seemed, somehow….unbelievably….that
the people could even miss the love of the newly flowing cover of warm Green
Life. The people, now fully receiving this most deep expression of Motherplace’s
love, had somehow missed the great import of this flowering of Motherplace’s
Great Gift, given so persistently and generously so that the people could know
how much, how deeply they were loved, how important their becoming was to
Her. And the people ate of the Green
Life, stood longingly at the peaceful shores of the Still and Flowing Waters,
calmed and cleansed, rejuvenated by the Cycle’s offering of the Great Gift to
them. And Motherplace’s Deep Heart
ached. It was as if Her children did not
even know Her, as if she could hold them in Her arms, their eyes never meeting
her Face of Beauty, their feet never sensing her skin, their hearts never
resonating, never knowing the synergy of Her Deep Heart’s affinity with theirs.
Tears of sorrow would blanket Motherplace from time to time,
sometimes gentle, sometimes in emotional tumult. Her Deep Heart would ache like no other time
along the Longtime Story. Her children had missed Her Great Gift, Her Deep
Heart’s most abiding expression of love for them. The people continued to walk to and fro…industrious….ambitious….missing
the deep and abiding love from Motherplace’s Deep Heart in the Great Gift of
the Crystal Water.
