After 5 and a half years here at my current congregations, I was introduced yesterday. A dear friend of mine who is an elder in the Skagit Tribe, visited us, and he introduced me to the congregation in such a way that they could get a glimpse of who I am—from his perspective. He asked me questions and I answered. He asked me what gives me joy. I responded by describing one of his own paintings (he is an accomplished artist) depicting his great-grandfather. When I see that painting, it looks to me like his ancestor is one with the world around him. In the painting, there is only one world full of many kin, human and otherwise.
Earth Day began because western European culture doesn’t see humanity as part of the one world. Split off from it, we have to choose to care for it—or not. Either way, it’s “out there,” not “in here.” It is essentially “other.” We are slowly becoming aware that what happens to what is “out there” also happens to us. Earth Day is a commitment to do something “out there,” so that we all can be OK in the long run.
That’s a noble and important thought, but incomplete until we put ourselves in the same category as what is now “out there.” My Skagit friend says it well when he says, “We’re all Indigenous—to the planet!” So go plant a tree, walk in the mountains, go out on the water, or whatever you are going to do for Earth Day, but know that it is your own soul you plant, it is your own bones you walk upon and it is your own blood you float on.