Beneath my feet are the makings of the universe. Of molten core released and solidified. Of mountains and trees ground down to soil. Of forests become farmland, Of farmland become housing estate, Compacted by heavy machinery, clay now, nutrients gone.
I love this poem. I often have students that have the idea that nature only exists out in the wilderness and don't realize that nature is everywhere - in the wild, in the cities and yes, underneath our feet. She never left us - we just forget to see.
I will definitely check out Jarod Anderson. That was lovely. As I get older (coming on 67) I feel as if time were speeding up so that it feels like the old movie images of the monthly pages on a calendar flying away. This process of being aware helps greatly in expanding the experience of time.
Beneath My Feet
I love this poem. I often have students that have the idea that nature only exists out in the wilderness and don't realize that nature is everywhere - in the wild, in the cities and yes, underneath our feet. She never left us - we just forget to see.
This touched my soul! Yes, a return to the wild untamed land is what we all need beneath our feet!
I will definitely check out Jarod Anderson. That was lovely. As I get older (coming on 67) I feel as if time were speeding up so that it feels like the old movie images of the monthly pages on a calendar flying away. This process of being aware helps greatly in expanding the experience of time.