Take the responsibility for healing our brokenness
“If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
“That they could get it clear?”
“I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
This morning the tide line at Noordhoek beach was marked with a bright trail of plastic litter
If this is the result of one high tide, what is left out there in the ocean must surely make us weep.
Today is equinox
for a few moments the planet will pass through a place of balance with the sun
equal light and dark.
How far are we from the movement of this celestial dance?
Where did we lose awe? the reverence?
the honouring of our relationship with this extraordinary planet we inhabit?
Are we ready,
yet,
to let ourselves feel this loss?
for perhaps it is only in this opening
that we will be ready to take the responsibility for healing our brokenness
ready to dance on waste heaps, on littered beaches
and celebrate equinox with the pain and the awe
in balance?