Dear Earth, my word for 2020 is…
On 19th December 2019 by SatyaGentle. The gentle of my cat’s soft paw when he places it on my cheek in the mornings, patting me awake. The gentle of tucking a sweet-pea seedling into the duvet of the earth. The gentle of receiving sharp anger, hot jealousy and abysmal mistakes with sweet tenderness. You know gentle, darling Earth. You know
Dear Earth, sometimes we need naps.
On 17th December 2019 by SatyaAt the weekend I gave out leaflets to a few hundred people and was refused by a few hundred more. Twenty of my Buddhist colleagues were sitting behind me in meditation posture on the wet city pavements. We were there to encourage people to ‘be kind to the Earth at Christmas’, without scrimping on any
Dear Earth, meet our Buddha of the car park.
On 15th December 2019 by SatyaHe came to live at the front of our temple last February, after we went on a trip to Japan and were inspired by their roadside shrines. He weighs a tonne – four strong men just about managed to walk him inch by inch from the pick-up truck to his tree stump. Yesterday morning I
Dear Earth, today we are voting for our leader.
On 12th December 2019 by SatyaI’m no political expert, but I do know people. People are selfish. People make decisions based mostly on what suits them, and on what keeps them safe – even the decisions that look to most people like altruistic ones. A pessimistic view? I find it a realistic one, and a deeply liberating one. It gives
Dear Earth, I made you bakewell tarts.
On 11th December 2019 by SatyaI know how you like them, with crisp pastry and a generous splodge of sticky raspberry jam. The people who come to our temple open morning will eat them for you, and enjoy them. That will make you happy. Now I am stringing words together for you. Later I will clean out the cat litter
Dear Earth, here’s to enjoying the delightful.
On 9th December 2019 by SatyaIndigo? Sapphire? Cobalt? I’m searching for the perfect word. The sun hides behind the hills across the valley and the sky becomes saturated: such a rich, deep blue. Spotted with warm yellow lights and framing the pale speckled moon, I could gaze at it for hours. During one of his Dharma talks this week, my
Dear Earth, we stayed up all night for you.
On 8th December 2019 by SatyaDid you hear us? We filled the room with our voices and we circled the shrine we made for you, with a globe and a sprig of green alkanet and a scarlet autumn leaf. Sometimes it still strikes me as a very strange thing to do. Why spend a whole night walking in circles, singing
Dear Earth, they are starving.
On 2nd December 2019 by SatyaI just woke from a nap in my cosy bed, and the first thing I thought of was them. Petra, Marko and Peter. They are on the cold streets of London, waiting to speak to our Prime Minister about you, dear Earth. They haven’t put food into their mouths for fourteen days. They say they
Dear Earth, I hear it.
On 30th November 2019 by SatyaYesterday I was feeling physically low and so I rested at home. In the afternoon I walked around the temple garden, which I have neglected. The spent hydrangea pom-poms were holding their rich dusky pink. The pyracantha’s berries have turned firebox red, and hang in clumps like grapes. The pond is clotted with hairy weed
Dear Earth, let’s talk about politics.
On 28th November 2019 by SatyaWhat do politics have do with you, darling Earth? The false promises, the stinking lies, the manipulation, the undignified jockeying for power. Why invest my time and energy into all that when I could be planting trees? Politics are “the activities associated with the governance of a country or area, especially the debate between parties