Other seed fell into good soil and brought forth grain, growing up, increasing and yielding thirty, sixty and a hundredfold. Mark 4:8
When was the last time your soles graced the ground beneath your feet?
Daily, we tread
a lush carpet of life.
Upon this thin floor
of muddy vitality
the elements of our existence depend.
What disdainfully we call dirt
(as in dirty) or soil (as in soiled)
is actually the miracle beneath!
People usually consider walking on water or air a miracle.
But the real miracle is not to walk either on water or thin air, but to walk on earth.
Thich Nhat Hanh
Our given scriptural name
“ADAMAH” or “grounded one”,
describes our earthy roots.
“Human” reflects humble origins,
for we are “humus-beings”;
earthlings realized from sacred soil.
The Holy One formed “Adamah” from the dust of the ground, and breathed into its nostrils the breath of life. Genesis 2:7
Dirt is no dead thing.
Each topsoil ounce holds countless communities;
billions of invisible microorganisms.
One in four forms of life
on our planet
thrives in the dank recesses beneath our soles.
Unseen and unknown decomposers
recycle the necessary elements of life
till even deserts bloom in their season.
Earth purifies water, absorbs waste,
and, in the end, takes us all back
to remake our empty husk into a life-giver.
Source of nourishment,
sacred soil provides raw material for reality,
and cradles the bones of our ancestors.
Remove the sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground. Exodus 3:5
When walking the woods,
for the recovery of soul,
I cast my gaze upon the loamy litter scattered about me.
Such mucky wisdom, earthy lessons,
fruits and seeds of innumerable seasons,
lie strewn at my feet.
Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees takes off his shoes. Elizabeth Barret Browning
While briefly living along the Amazon,
I was awed by the community of crawlers
that cover every available centimeter of forest floor.
To this day, the aroma of wet leaves
carries me back
to my Amazonian epiphany—
from our insect planet
rooted in a thin film of mud,
every imaginable form of breathing life erupts;
from towering mahogany to scarlet macaws;
we have yet to name.
In our fleeting lifespan we are gifted
with a multitude of graces
in three dimensions.
Illumined Grace gasps in wonder;
at sunsets, ocean vistas,
and misty mountain peaks.
Darker Graces visit us unbidden,
with the embrace of suffering;
the letting-go and losing of all we hold dear.
Then there is Earthed Grace—
well-mixed into the messy buisness of living—
bounty revealed to the lowly, who live close to the ground.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Matthew 5:5
With dusty hands and muddied feet,
may you know gratitude for the blessing of being human,
graced to humbly walk God’s good garden.