Celebrate! Life & Times at Loon Lake, WA – My Mother, My Earth

Mother’s Day was just yesterday…and the world is finally bursting into spring here in eastern Washington! The grasses are greening, the swallows have returned. Robins are fattening up on wiggly little earthworms. The frogs are singing, the wild turkeys are strutting, and deer are finally back in our neighborhoods.

As I wander the woods and shores around Loon Lake, I am awed and amazed by the intelligent interconnection and design of all of us living beings. It seems we’ve all been waiting anxiously for the lake to melt, for temperatures to climb, and for the fish to be awakened. I feel privileged to have glimpsed a loon on Loon Lake this spring, a rare sighting in recent years. She swam and dove, preened her feathers, then let out a series of her haunting calls. I am guessing her mate was nearby, and she was calling to say perhaps that it’s dinner time.  She dove way down deep, in search of a fishy bite to eat. I wondered what it’s like to see what she sees. I read loons can dive up to 100 feet; and I’ve heard Loon Lake is 103 feet at it deepest.

Would you share your fish with a loon? Most children I ask enthusiastically say yes. And so many adults I meet around the lake, are curious and captivated by the mystical loon. So many feel the love of Mother Nature pulsing through our veins; we see it too in the loon, and the towering Ponderosa Pine.

Why then do I see others, deliberately aiming their boats to run through a flock of waterfowl? Why then do I see trees “harvested” for no apparent reason—their carcasses and limbs left in heaps? Why then do I see piles of trash lining local roads, and even parts of the lake shoreline? What we do to others, we do to ourselves. Our planet deserves better, and so do you.

With Mother Earth and Mother’s Day on my mind; I reflect on my own incredible, loving, kind, caring, fearless Mother and Mother-In-Law. I can understand the love from my Mothers much like the love I witness all around us, courtesy of Mother Earth. I’m wishing you all a very happy spring… and summer too, right around the corner. As the lake population swells this season, as families gather together to enjoy each other’s company; please remember to consider all the beautiful life that lives and thrives around Loon Lake, and that our actions impact one another. We are lucky indeed to have heron and osprey, eagles, loons, turtles, and kokanee in our very own backyards. But the delicate balance that allows all of us to thrive, needs your attention…your care…your consideration. As a neighbor I thank you for helping to keep our lake ecosystem clean, healthy, and vibrant; together as a community we can ensure Loon Lake remains the special place that it is…not only for present, but also future generations.

In the spirit of Love, Mother’s Day, and Mother Earth; please enjoy the above poem I wrote for my own Mothers, accompanied by a photo of the sun’s reflection in the ever-inspiring waters of Loon Lake, Washington.

 ElizaBeth Coira is a Writer, Poet, Workshop Facilitator, Communications & Strategy Consultant, & Loon Lake Neighbor. You can enjoy more of her poetry and photography at ElizaBethCoira.com or HomeGrownSojourner.com.

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Could It Be ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

Could God be
What We Do to each other

Could Life be
The Great Divine breath

Could God be greater
Than any single
                institution
                        team
                                ego

Could ~Love~ be Your guide
To Bloom
                Anew

Could Earth be
Our Divine Common Temple
Paradise
Right here in the Now

Could Trees be
Our feeders
                breathers
Allies
                healers
Divine providers

Could Water be
Our life flow
                reminder
That the ~Love~ inside Us
Always finds its way Home

Could you Embrace
All beautiful Life
As Divine
                the Gift
That Shines in You too

Spring Melt ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

You can lead a horse to water
But you cannot make him drink
Perhaps he may have just nearly drowned
Perhaps he simply isn’t thirsty
Perhaps the trough is tainted
And his sense far
                        outweighs your judgment
Perhaps he cannot bear to face
The Thought of his own reflection

Sometimes your Down looks Up to me
Sometimes your Up might be my Down
Sometimes the eyes see different realities
We create and interpret
By thought and Heart

But why cling to the things
From far long-gone journeys
So different from paths
Stretched out before thee

The past is the past
Release the old traps
In this changing climate
They’ll no longer feed you

Let your open
                    Kind Heart
                                Lead the way

Afterall Water
Always finds its way Home

Stars will Shine

Moon will Rise

And You

I

May Bloom
                    Anew

~ My Dear Beloved Friends ~ From ElizaBeth Coira

My Dear Beloved Friends,
What you are about to hear and read comes from a place of profound hurt and sorrow…like an arrow buried in my heart long ago. Do you know how that feels? Do you have any wounds that run that deep? Then you will know why I must share this today…from the beloved depths of my wounded female soul. I share this from a vulnerable place because I can no longer bear the pain of avoiding the things that need to be said. My intent is not to hurt or offend, but rather to hold open the door, for a few new ideas to take root, blossom, flourish, grace this world.

With Love
May We All
Bloom Again
Anew

What if Jesus were a woman
Buddha could be She
Would the Prophet Muhammad consent to cover and shut up
How different would the story be

What if Pachamama didn’t mother
But was still deemed worthy
What if Mary, Mother and Magdalene
Didn’t have to prove they’re “pure”

So many appropriations
Uses and abuses
Squeezing in and packaging
Of the female, sex, and role

Now let me tell you something
Boudica was a warrior queen
But we need not all play martyr
March our lives to endless struggle

What if Odin chose not to hang
From Yggdrasil, the great Tree of Life
Funny how it’s knowledge, water source
Was filled up with a great three She

Like Allah’s three wise daughters
Three witches survive in fairytales
Retracted, rewritten by all the wise men
The holy trinity ices the cake

And when I think of rising
Like the moon and sun
I think of the old Easter hare
Goddess Eostri was once known

Ah how quickly we forget
Accept agendas cloaked in “magic”
Mystery and entertainment
Explanations for control

But hey, I don’t know it all
I don’t even know a little bit

But… spirituality, freedom, soaring awareness?
–It doesn’t seem buried beneath subjugation

I tell you, I don’t have to mother
Or adhere to “ideal” lies of “pure”
Consent to lock She and me up
Or the converse, flaunt and flirt

To prove my worth and power
I AM DIVINE — I AM WOMAN
And I won’t let our essence
Be erased, forgotten, without a trace

Nor will I permit the unfit
To primp, puff and distract me
With a pretty dress and penis pop
I’ve no desire to do what’s been done unto me

So stop preaching I handed you the apple
It was your snake who offered the invite, right?
Stop aiming all your venom, blame
These scripts don’t have to pave the way

Dividing
Converting
Conquering
Social prisons
Hell-bent on control

Crusades, jihad, endless genocide
Was it only Pagans
Obsessed with human sacrifice
Cleansing, creating an apocalypse

And all in the name of WHO exactly
What is it WE’ve been doing exactly
Worshipping, perpetuating
Myth and script, over again

Violence, aggression
Fear and hate
Persecution
Cleverly disguised

In a “spiritual” compass
Designed to organize
And justify so much
That has nothing to do with LOVE

Unity, our interconnection
All that’s been tainted, incorporated
Subdue the female, slave, and savage
Is it really ok to pillage and ravage?

Is it really US versus THEM?
Must it be ALL or NOTHING?
Are boys and girls really enemies?
How easily our identities are mobilized

We must stay wise, with open hearts
Consider source, and all the filters
What flows, feels right
And what feels forced

Who is indeed
Authoring the story
We are all products
Of conqueror and conquered

I ask again
How would the world be
If Jesus were
A woman

And you may ask
Just who the hell
Do you think
You are–it’s Friday–Freyja’s Day

I’ll just say
I am me
The kid you knew once
Upon a time

That is All
I am me
And I choose
~ LOVE ~
Eternally

Did You Hear the Birdsong – By ElizaBeth Coira

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What is a God
The Greater Good
Love
Life
All
      Interconnection

~ ? ~

mine
right
the only way
master
manipulator
judge
            and jury

~ ? ~

Blooming flower
Kind embrace
Compassionate smile
Sunshine rays

~ ? ~

damner
dweller
fire
brimstone
us versus them
subjugator

~ ? ~

Flowing water
Fresh air
Towering trees
Meandering deer

~ ? ~

I’d like to think
God’s greater than ego
Individual identity
Human knowing
                                    and controlling

But some I hear
Have forgotten the sun
The touch of Love
The song of Home

A Call to Civic Engagement – By ElizaBeth Coira

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A Patriot’s Love Song

The sunrise this morning
Is a call to duty
Tears don’t seem to wash away
The sick
No
I must do that
With my own two humble hands

On my own two forward feet
I must stand up to the hate
Blaze through the fear
To protect all we hold dear
Rise up from your TV
Re-connect

With real life
Real breathing
Neighbors
Friends
The best of community

But don’t do what you did
There’s evidently not enough
Love
In this life
The Greater Good is
Pleading

Screaming
Bleeding
Calling
You
Must engage
Be the change we really deserve

It’s no longer enough
To simply vote

Afterall
Why should we common people
Still think kings
And shadowed strugglers
Know anything about

True Love