Grandmother Water has been present since the creation of our Mother Earth, giving form to the great oceans before the emergence of volcanoes and land. Within her, she carries the wisdom and story of our whole existence, and was a vital part of it. She was there when our creators were still sowing the world, she heard the first howls and chatters of the animals entrusted with caring for the Earth, and she witnessed the first seedlings sprout, eventually growing into immense millinery trees. She has cared for us, nurtured us, and filled this planet with magnificent sights all this time.
One of the most powerful tools we possess to nourish our relationship to her is gratitude and reciprocity. Water cares for us, which is why we must care for her as well. Let us recognize what a beautiful gift it is to be in contact with such a powerful elder, who holds the memory of our creation.
La Abuela Agua ha estado presente desde el nacimiento de nuestra Madre Tierra, formando los grandes océanos antes del surgimiento de los volcanes y la tierra. En su interior, lleva la sabiduría y la historia de toda nuestra existencia, y fue una parte esencial de ella. Estaba presente cuando nuestros creadores aún estaban sembrando el mundo, escuchó los primeros aullidos y charlas de los animales que cuidaban de la Tierra, y fue ella quien vio brotar las primeras semillas, que con el tiempo se convirtieron en inmensos árboles milenarios. Durante todo este tiempo, ha cuidado de nosotros, nos ha alimentado y ha llenado este planeta de magníficas vistas.
Una de las herramientas más poderosas que poseemos para nutrir nuestra relación con ella es la gratitud y la reciprocidad. El agua nos cuida, por eso debemos cuidarla también. Reconozcamos el hermoso regalo que es estar en contacto con una abuela tan poderosa, que guarda la memoria de nuestra creación.
From the moment of our creation, our life has been shaped by the mycorrhizal pathways that connect us to each other, which nourish our very essence. In this Kawoq, we want to make a space for reflection, as we question: what is our community?
As the roots of rationality spread across the globe, feeding the human with knowledge and science, the light of the world dimmed a little. The human species became mechanical and robotic, losing a part of its essence. The hearth of the universe flows with magic, crackling in sparks of wonder and in melodies of beauty.
The power of Mother Earth expands beyond our gaze and immediate sight. In our paths, we might have walked among giant millenary trees, travelled across vast oceans painted in all shades of blue, or stopped to observe great canyons and mountains. While beautiful and powerful, those are just the surface level.
In the moment of our creation, as our eyes fluttered open and our pupils adjusted to the light, our soul saw a world anew. During our explorations, caressing the earth with every small step, everything seemed to be unknown yet so beautiful. A drop of water or a leaf pirouetting as it danced in the wind was magical. Slowly, as the earth became more and more familiar, we shut down our vision.
Mother Earth has been patiently waiting for our awakening.
Our life is composed of a weaving of paths, each thread carefully looped with every step we take. As E is the energy of the path, this trecena is a beautiful invitation for reflection. In every moment we are shaping our destiny, every action we take forms a curve on our road. The beauty is that we get to choose which direction we want to take.
In every moment we live, there is medicine for our being.
The person who must believe most in the greatness within us is ourselves.