A Tiny Bell is Ringing
can you hear it?
A tiny bell is ringing
Ringing
Ringing
Can you hear it?
It is the ancestors, saying
You must remember how to live
Great grandmothers and great aunties,
the old ones who know better
than to be taken in by the bright shine
of modern nonsense
And the large, great ancestress with long braids
whom I met in a village in the dreamtime
She held my face in her two hands
Looked me in the eyes and said
You must remember how to live
She told me without words
that I must sing to Earth
Then she invited me to
be Earth
and see for myself how it feels
I dissolved
And became Earth
And I felt the people in her village
Digging, moving, changing my body
with reverence
And this was good for me
Then I felt myself as Earth today
Eons of abuse
People pretending I have no feelings
Pretending I’m not even here
I need not name the abuses
You know them
You feel them happening still
When I came back to my human body, I wept
Earth showed me:
The moderns don’t even know I’m here,
alive, feeling, giving
even now
When I woke, I knew
I had to say
With every step, to the great mother underfoot
I know you’re there
I say it with my footprints
She loves me to sing a little hum to her
A hum that says
I see you
Great Mother
I care
Sometimes I hum to her
when driving on a busy road
through thickly paved and built-up cityscapes
Through exhaust and sirens and tall buildings and asphalt
I hum without words
I know you are there
She likes that
There is a tiny bell ringing
It is saying
This is an emergency
But instead of saying hurry
Pull higher into your head
Tight and fast
seeking solutions
spinning frantic ideas
The tiny ringing bell says
This is an emergency
So please
Slow down
Sing to me
Feel me pulling you close
You must remember how to live
Let’s love each other well for the time we have
Because a bell is ringing
Ringing
This is an emergency
Ringing
Remember how to live
Ringing
Slow down
Everything and everyone dies
And who knows when?
So in the meantime
Remembering how to live
Includes
Arrive
Be here
Feel
Soften
Breathe
Sing
Weep
Dance
Rest
Make beauty
Love well
Can you hear the bell ringing?
It says
Be fierce enough
to protect what is soft
In the world
And in your heart
It says
Some things have been forgotten
It is up to you to
remember them forward
It says
Scatter seeds for the spring that will certainly come
after the long dark season
that may last for generations
It says
Scatter sacred seeds
Seeds of possibility
Seeds sing too
Seeds dream big dreams
Protect their dreaming
As the bell rings
May we
Learn to listen
Learn to hear
Remember how to live
I’m blessed to have this lovely image hanging above my bed. Thanks to the artist, Jesse White of @seedsofspells





Damn, girl.
Yes. Yes! Yesssssssss!!!
This. So much this. I love you so. ♥️
Yes, remember, sing, slow. Those too are directions of soul dear Erin. Lovely to read your poem <3