Mahalo Mother Earth
An entry from my journal after a magical weekend, one out of the many I have on this island.
What happened today? Why has my relationship with Mother Nature suddenly shifted. What allowed me experience the expansion I experienced today? Is it my time to feel it and connect with it? Or is it because my chest has been literally broken open. Or is it because I’m going through an intense healing process?
Of course it’s all of it.
Oh divine, why have you been keeping all these sensations from me? I’ve been desperately waiting for this connection… connection with her, the Mama, Pachamama, Madre Tierra, الأرض الأم, Mother Earth.
I live in one of the most beautiful places on Mother Earth, in what is believed to be the Garden of Eden, yet, it took me a lifetime around the world and three months on this island to break one layer of disconnection to Mother Earth.
I always knew of the magic Madre Tierra holds; I was certainly seeking it in every way possible in the past 5 years, whether it was trekking mountains all over the world, swimming in the ocean every day, learning scuba diving and surfing, paragliding, running, and biking. I wanted to be close to her, her magic, her immense power…. I definitely had glimpses of connection with her every now and then but nothing like what I have experienced on this island.
Somehow I felt like a foreign body walking her trails and swimming her oceans because in my head I knew that in this lifetime I am still part of a race that’s abusing her day after day..
The first shift started on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, a day where I’m meant to be on bedrest due to fractured ribs, an injury that makes breathing less relaxing and more like ‘’please don’t penetrate my organs ’’, but how can I choose my bed over mountains, white sand beaches, and blue waters?
I cruised with a couple of friends to the north side to fill my stash of bottles with cold freshwater from a spring up in the mountains. I had been wanting to ditch drinking tap water and start making the most out of the natural resources that this sacred island offers and since I live on one of the wettest points on earth, it wasn’t so hard to find a spring. It took one sip to not want to drink tap water or bottled water ever again.
That sacred water tasted unreal, and it had so much life energy, “prana”, “chi”, or whatever term you’re familiar with. The life energy that we tend to forget about as we’re always more connected to what meets the eye, the physical elements, but not so connected to the unseen. But let me tell you this, one sip of water that’s full of life is worth 10 gallons of lifeless water.
The afternoon continued with a stroll down a golden sand beach hugged by majestic mountains and lush jungle on one side and the ocean on the other, a regular scene on this island but every beach is special in it own way. There was something undeniably powerful about this beach though. Perhaps it is due to the fact that lava tubes form the many underwater caverns attracting magical creatures, including sharks, yes sharks, the creatures that are feared by most people but considered to be so sacred by a few. A friend of mine who has a wonderful project of bringing potable water to villages in Malaita, one of the Solomon Islands in the Pacific Ocean, once told me that each tribe over there worships and recognizes the sharks that carry their ancestral spirits. When the fisherman honor these sharks with respect to the ancient rules, they were able to call them when they needed help in the ocean.
I lied down on the beach trying to delay taking a dip in the cold water of the ocean as when injured every sensation gets heightened especially the uncomfortable ones. But boy am I not glad I went in. The minute I took a dip in that water there was something different: I was no longer just in the regular ocean I’ve been swimming and surfing in. It felt like I was being held in the embrace of a mother, a strong feminine energy caressing me and hugging me with its gentle waves… Ah the feeling was unreal. I found myself thanking her, the ocean, and honoring it like I never have before. Having been a competitive swimmer I was well aware of the attachment I had to water, it was cleansing, calming, and any moment I felt out of balance I just made a point to jump in the water whenever I had access to it. But this time it was different, a layer of disconnection to the ocean was shed; it was a shift that I wasn’t anticipating and with that I became tied to the ocean like I never have been before. Maybe the fact that I drank from the source, the spring water, for the first time is what allowed this magic to happen.
The deepening of the connection didn’t stop that afternoon. Next morning my beautiful friend suggests that we go to Ho’opi waterfalls on the east side. I was a bit hesitant at the beginning as I was avoiding any possibility of slipping and falling which could only delay the healing process, but as usual it doesn’t take much to convince me to do anything that’s related to nature.
A short drive away from town we arrive at the trailhead where we quickly took our footwear off (barefoot is always my preferred way to go), put our swimsuits on, wrapped ourselves in sarongs and began our walk. The minute we get on the trail our energy shifted, we tried to go on with our conversation but there was this over-empowering presence that had our voices fade away as if someone was turning the radio down. Mesmerized I was by the intricate details of the perfection that was surrounding me: towering Albizia trees creating a velvety lace in the blue sky with trunks that look like they’ve been sculpted by a skillful artist, tree ropes hanging down looking like chandeliers, rays of sunshine smoothly making there way through the leaves illuminating our path, a bed of orange flowers, and leaves bundled in sacred shapes… ah what an exquisite taste of the mystique this island holds.
All of a sudden I was a kid again turning around, looking up and down in absolute awe, trying to register every detail I laid my eyes on. We made our way down to the stream where we slowly and gently enter the cold running water. I put my head in the water and I let the stream run over me, cleansing whatever stagnant thoughts I had in my head. As soon as I took my head up I notice another shift in my connection with my surroundings. My thoughts were muted, I was exactly where I was supposed to be right there and then, part of her, part of Mother Earth, just like any other living thing that’s part of this planet. At this point I no longer just had a deep connection with the ocean, I had another one develop, a deep connection to all of it: the trees, the stream, the plants, the birds, and myself, as a human, the embodiment of her… all of it! Every problem was so ridiculed in the presence of such powerful forces. With all humbleness and respect I bowed down to them, Mother Earth and the Mama Kauai, for opening me and and allowing me to experience what I’ve been longing to feel for a long time.
The sensations ran through my veins for days to come. Since then I am humbled by my surroundings every time I step out of the door. I make sure I sincerely honor her with my gratitude.
Mahalo (Thank you) Pachamama, Madre Tierra, الأرض الأم, Mother Earth for the food you provide me, the water I drink, the ground I walk on, the ocean I swim in, the rain, the wind, and the cool summer breeze. I’ll make sure I thank you every single day for now I truly get what Thich Nhat Hanh said about our connection to her:
“When we recognise the virtues, the talent, the beauty of Mother Earth, something is born in us, some kind of connection; love is born.” For my love for her was finally born.