“The realm of God is very near to you, for in God we live and move and have our being”.
Indigenous peoples were very aware of this. God was everywhere.
The sacred infused all of life; this is reflected in this Native American Navajo chant.
“The mountains, I become part of it…
The herbs, the fir tree, I become part of it.
The morning mists, the clouds, the gathering waters, I become part of it.
The wilderness, the dew drops, the pollen…
I become part of it.”
Our collective sense of being a part of nature, our world, our environment was lost somewhere in our move to go indoors, building bigger and more elaborate buildings – filling them with more and more things – Symbolically, removing ourselves from nature, from Mother Earth, from the source of our life. The rhythm of life, the movements of nature, the cycles of the moon, the rise and fall of the tides, the gathering of clouds, the direction of the wind, become insignificant, unimportant, along with so much which connected us to our fragile planet.
The removal of Indigenous peoples from their land, their mother, their source – and we were seemingly oblivious to what damage such severing would cause. Land was a commodity to be owned, bought and sold, fenced, dug up, damaged and destroyed at a whim.