I was able to engage in a bit of creative writing at Wild Goose. This was a 10 minute free-write using the biblical creation narrative, from the perspective of any person or thing connected with it. I chose “earth.” The only prompt was to begin, “I am …… ”

I am the earth. Roots have pierced my surface, reaching down for nourishment and water. Feet, the small and the large have been prancing on me, dancing and stomping, digging and scratching, and sometimes burrowing. I am a home to the resting products of creation who use me for slumber. I am the ground on which the snake slithers and over which the waters move. The great immensity that spun me into being still moves on my surfaces and I grow deeper, and more complex. I am that which cannot be tamed.

The snake slithered against me last night, as spirit moved in the soft stillness, and I could feel my waters rise with the pull of the moon. Divine harmony; I know it well in this place that others are calling paradise. But I have been around long enough to know the great void, the expanse of nothing. Now, the complexity of growth winds it’s narrative into my children, the trees. Even their fruits speak out. The snake plots against the great immensity, and finds a willing companion just as much in need and desire for love and attention.

But earth remains….under their feet, and offering up the soil to till their labors. This is the ground on which their longing will populate the surface. The heavens and the earth will bear witness to this saga unfolding, when the taste of fruit that is born from my soil and ripened with sun will give them a hint of the divine order…and divine chaos…which will become this thing that they call life.