Cerealia/Tellus/Celtic tree month of Saille commences
The old Roman festival of the goddess Tellus, often called Tellus Mater, Mother Earth, is traditionally devoted to prayer for the continued health of our environment. Tellus is the matron goddess of all environmentalists.
— The Pagan Book Of Days, Nigel Pennick
1802 April 15: William Wordsworth and his sister see a “long belt” of daffodils which brings about his poem “I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud.” It speaks to not only of the joys of Nature but how we then hold those joys with us, to feed us, when we are going through our daily lives. Like all relationships, ours with Nature does not end when she is out of sight.
[me reading this poem aloud]
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
Than there was every any hope,
My father built, enclosed a spring,
Strung chains of wall round everything,
Subdued the growth of earth to grass,
And brought our various lives to pass.
A dozen girls and boys we were.
The mountain seemed to like the stir,
And made of us a little while-
With always something in her smile.
Today she wouldn’t know our name.
(No girl’s, of course, has stayed the same.)
The mountain pushed us off her knees.
And now her lap is full of trees.
Your job is to go to the place that you want to stop at every day because the trees tell you too. That’s your job: to leave in time to be able to stop there near the trees. And let them tell you the story of the storms they endured, the drought, the spring, the cold. And it’s all about being in that place where you can feel it all. Not one thing but it all.
They can tell you how to do lots of things if you listen very closely. — T.S.