By achendrick710
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October 15, 2024
For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet By Joy Harjo Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that bottle of pop. Turn off that cellphone, computer, and remote control. Open the door, then close it behind you. Take a breath offered by friendly winds. They travel the earth gathering essences of plants to clean. Give it back with gratitude. If you sing it will give your spirit lift to fly to the stars’ ears and back. Acknowledge this earth who has cared for you since you were a dream planting itself precisely within your parents’ desire. Let your moccasin feet take you to the encampment of the guardians who have known you before time, who will be there after time. They sit before the fire that has been there without time. Let the earth stabilize your postcolonial insecure jitters. Be respectful of the small insects, birds and animal people who accompany you. Ask their forgiveness for the harm we humans have brought down upon them. Don’t worry. The heart knows the way though there may be high-rises, interstates, checkpoints, armed soldiers, massacres, wars, and those who will despise you because they despise themselves. The journey might take you a few hours, a day, a year, a few years, a hundred, a thousand or even more. Watch your mind. Without training it might run away and leave your heart for the immense human feast set by the thieves of time. Do not hold regrets. When you find your way to the circle, to the fire kept burning by the keepers of your soul, you will be welcomed. You must clean yourself with cedar, sage, or other healing plant. Cut the ties you have to failure and shame. Let go the pain you are holding in your mind, your shoulders, your heart, all the way to your feet. Let go the pain of your ancestors to make way for those who are heading in our direction. Ask for forgiveness. Call upon the help of those who love you. These helpers take many forms: animal, element, bird, angel, saint, stone, or ancestor. Call your spirit back. It may be caught in corners and creases of shame, judgment, and human abuse. You must call in a way that your spirit will want to return. Speak to it as you would to a beloved child. Welcome your spirit back from its wandering. It may return in pieces, in tatters. Gather them together. They will be happy to be found after being lost for so long. Your spirit will need to sleep awhile after it is bathed and given clean clothes. Now you can have a party. Invite everyone you know who loves and supports you. Keep room for those who have no place else to go. Make a giveaway, and remember, keep the speeches short. Then, you must do this: help the next person find their way through the dark. Dear Reader, Happy Autumn! It has been AWHILE since I wrote to you. But if you only read Joy’s poem above and skip my part, that is enough to make me happy. I hope you are able to witness the spectacular gifts being presented to us - the beautiful comet and the Auroras in the night sky. Or just the commonplace change of the trees as the mornings become cooler and days get shorter. What a privilege! I’m going to sound like an old man with a beard and tell you what I think is a fact: every millisecond we are bombarded by so much data and information, so many things made to look extraordinary but are just illusions; fake, shiny things. This bombardment then urges us to buy into or buy something because it has made us feel like we lack something and that we are not enough. We become forgetful of the joy and blessings around us. We become disconnected with what is truly real and gives us meaning. When I witness something like the Aurora Borealis, my memory is jolted into the beautiful mystery that is the universe and the impossible quantum physics and chemistry that had to happen in order for it to exist. It’s also fun just to be kid and imagine about the magic that is happening in the sky and be consumed by its beauty. It’s also very humbling to think of how small and seemingly insignificant we are on the cosmic side of things - yet somehow we matter anyway. Being a witness is something we associate with the legal system but I think that witnessing is more commonplace and is a necessity for our lives. On a daily basis, we have the opportunity to witness each other’s lives and connect. We have the opportunity to create a story and meaning of the ordinary happenings and henceforth create a universe of memories that can enrich and change us. And this is just with each other. When one adds connection with the earth, with the soil and trees and the other creatures then add to that the solar system and the universe - how much abundance of beauty and blessings do we have that is real - how truly extraordinary! Witnessing requires only one thing - being present. Instead of consuming countless amounts of data by scrolling and researching through pages of fake, shiny things that are fast, fun or easy - we allow ourselves to breathe, notice that breath and experience that breath fully. And then turn to the person in front of us and truly see them. Look around the place we have been called to inhabit and truly be a creature within it. Be aware of how we impact it. Be aware of our breathing within that space and how we embody the air that surrounds it. I mention being a witness because it is a free prescription from me to myself and to those around me. Instead of the high tech gadgetry of modern medicine, I prescribe mindfulness and compassion to myself and to you. I could order thousands and thousands of lab tests, imaging studies and procedures to reassure myself and my patients that everything is ok with our physiology and that we are going to live in the illusion of forever. I could prescribe millions of medications. To what purpose? It will never be enough reassurance and it will never give us purpose and meaning. I see it all the time - people who have suffered through trauma which then causes them to no longer trust in anything or anyone. They are made to buy into technology that somehow will finally give them the answer they are looking for - an illusion. Imagine what would happen if we all collectively stopped, breathed and noticed each other with compassion, beginning with ourselves. My hypothesis is that technology, as we know it, would become obsolete. Was it ever necessary and real in the first place? Sincerely, Dr. Hendrick © 2024 Angela C. Hendrick