Gender of Nature: Mother Earth :: Essays Papers

Gender of Nature Mother EarthForget not that the earth delights to quality your bare feet and the wind longs to play with your hair. -The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran There is no voice much comforting than moms. In the womb we are suspended in safe warmth, hearing every noise that Mama makes. And we dont just hear her voice. We feel its vibrations, its muffled hum, through our ears and our entire forming bodies. Its no wonder that that is often the only voice that can comfort us in the distress of our new little lives. Yet, what of the mother who cannot speak? Can she in time comfort her baby? Yes, because it is much more than vocal chords that connect a baby with its birth mother. After all, Baby eats all that Mama eats, breathes Mamas air, knows Mamas way of moving and laughingBaby feels every surge of adrenaline that Mama feels. Bonds dont get more intimate than that. Even after Baby is born, this bond is strengthened through long bouts of staring into each others eyes , through feeling the lulling turn of Mamas breathing while sleeping against her chest, through time spent together saturated in touch and play. This phenomenon of intimacy is so compelling that it surpasses any blindness or handicap Mama could possibly have. Not only do we all have this precious connection with our Mamas, we excessively have a strong, and similar, connection with Earth. Philosopher, Roger S. Gottlieb, tells plainly of our connection with Earth, saying, We all live and breathe and drink the water and receive the food from the soil We are capable on Earth, like infants depend on Mama, for life itself. It daily sustains us, in body, as well as in spirit. It is a tragedy that we have illogical sight of our connection with Earth. In his book, Vocation Discerning Our Callings in Life, Douglass Schuurman says, Some dullards have no curiosity or sense of wonder at the agreement and beauty of creation others have had it drummed out of them by suffering or deadening educational systems. But traces of the sense of wonder and the quest for meaning know in most human beings. (65) Perhaps it can be said that some dullardshave no curiosity or sense of wonder at the union and beauty of their Mama, the one in whom their life began.