In my last post, I asked: What if the earth is ourselves turned inside out?

That question fuels a meandering flow of thought- a miracle all by itself when you think about thinking – where does it come from, how does it work, why and how can we imagine scenes and scenarios in the interior of our heads filled with neurons, electrons, synapses and complete darkness?

Really, is not the act of thinking worthy of reverence?.

So, my thinking flows, straight as a homing pigeon to roost.  All the patterns, structures and dynamics of our living universe(s) belong to us humans too. We were designed by Creator, Source, Great Mystery, God(de), Cosmos, whatever you want to call that something-other which birthed us millions of years ago. Arriving in ebbs and flows over billions of years everything else arrived before our emergence. We belong to the same cosmic womb. All the constituents, the architecture, the geometry and the designs belong to us as well.

We are but one piece in a giant jigsaw puzzle. Embedded. How will we live when we relax into that truth?

It will be easier for us humans to trust… and that changes everything.

What do I trust?
A list spills out of my pen onto paper:

*I trust in divine generosity. No more reasons to hoard, to acquire, to possess, to consume.

*I trust in the divine rhythms of birth-death, dark-light, fear-love, create-destroy, sleep-wake, etc…No more reasons to doubt, to judge, to compare, to compete, to be dissatisfied with the moment.

*I trust the divine wisdom that cradles us – the: numinous, cosmic awareness and aliveness everywhere present. We only have to re-learn how to listen, choose to “know” it, to relate and respond. No more reasons for anxiety, frustration, and irrational fears. We would be eager to explore, to allow our curiosity to lead us toward, rather than away from the strange, to embrace chaos and complexity as the cauldrons of emergence, perhaps unanticipated delight.

*I trust in divine goodness. For me, evil is the wound caused by lack of love. Maybe the first human wound was an accident. Who knows where and when our trauma began but when we are not affirmed in our glory, we become invisible, inaudible, and disempowered. There’s no joy in being a cypher. Underneath the oppression and suppression lies a seething, a longing for recognition, a yearning for fulfillment…May we fill each other’s emptiness and insecurity with acknowledgement and honor the pain held by the land, grieve for the pain of the tortured soul.

*I trust in divine sentience. Everything is alive in one form or another. Awareness dances among all of us. Consciousness propels life. Pope Francis’ statement on the first page of his 2015 encyclical Laudato Si’ – On Care for our Common Home affirmed my faith in life’s responsiveness. He wrote: Nothing in this world is indifferent to us. ( p. 7.) Other authors echo the Pope’s statement. To name just a few: Duane Elgin’s:  Living Universe, Jude Currivan’s: The Story of Gaia – the Big Breath and the Evolutionary Journey of our Conscious Planet, Brian Thomas Swimme’s : Cosmogenesis – An Unveiling of the Expanding Universe, Martin Lee Mueller’s: Being Salmon, Being Human – Encountering the Wild in Us and Us in the  Wild,  Robin Wall Kimmerer’s: Braiding Sweetgrass – Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants .

When we trust in aliveness everywhere, we choose to behave with more care.
When we know the forest as an interdependent community of beings, above and below ground, who communicate with each other, we are less likely to clear cut it.
When we experience the river as living, we are less likely to poison it.
When we experience our habitat as alive, we no longer feel so alone.
When we experience Salmon as friend, we expand our sense of family.

So I leave you with a question that stumps many:
In what do you trust?