3 of 12 | Monday is for Religion: The Art of Connecting What’s Not Really Separate
Wish yours truly a Happy Birthday for this is the right day! She is getting wiser and happier every year, and more adept in the arts of love.
When you think of religion, what comes to your mind? When we desacralize nature, we imagine things as separate, each one a cute toy we can play with. If the toy breaks we get a new one and throw the old one away. Chief Seattle berates himself. “I am the savage” he says. “I don’t understand.” How ironic! Now that we’ve used up everything nature had to offer, the fun is over. “Who was the savage then?” Chief Seattle would ask today. When we do religion we sacralize nature again. We revere and respect all its elements in an aura of ecosexual love. Chief Seattle shows the way.
|Cute hair, eh?|
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath—the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And the wind must also give our children the spirit of life. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow’s flowers.
|Annie & Beth: Ecosexual Embrace|
Did you notice the wisdom of these words? The Washington Chief assumes Chief Seattle thinks he owns the land. Chief Seattle knows better. And he is honest. Nobody really owns any land. The earth own itself. It is sovereign. Chief Seattle knows the meaning of words. Air, breathing, wind, spirit, they are all connected. When I inhale the air you’ve exhaled in your most recent breath, I become part of you, you become part of me, we become part of each other in the sacred union of breathing together. Love is the ecology of life, and it begins with breath. What love can we inhale when cities emanate toxic clouds into our breath? Chief Seattle reflects the wisdom of one who embraces ecosexual love.
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Serena Anderlini-D’Onofrio, PhD
Professor of Humanities
University of Puerto Rico, Mayaguez