Sometimes our spirits know that we must go to another place to support the struggle to protect Indigenous rights and water. But sometimes our spirits tell us to stay put, and lend support from where we are, in whatever we can. That is my particular calling in this moment, even though a part of my heart is out in Standing Rock every day. But I was happy to stand in the rain on Saturday in Portland, Maine, with a few dozen people, including these young people from my congregation. Somehow being in the rain also felt right, because #waterislife.
This week many of my clergy colleagues have gone to the site of the camps, to bring a message of support, and I am glad for them to be there. I am happy that our religious voices can be aligned with sovereignty and justice, after so much damage has been done in the name of the churches throughout the history of this land.
I am also glad personally to be following the spirit’s lead on this, because something is happening right now in our world which is deeper than politics, deeper than the divide between right and left, deeper than what any of the media are willing or able to talk about. It cannot be figured out by thinking or talking. It is deeper than that. It comes from the depth of the mysterious forces that give life, that sustain life, on our beautiful planet.
In a time of despair, that which can give us hope is often hidden from public view, bubbling up in unexpected places. The energy and magic that is Standing Rock is not limited to that one place, but emerges wherever the people find our connection to the land, our connection to the water. Still, what is emerging at Standing Rock goes much deeper than I am able to fully understand, even when I open my heart to the mystery and the flow of it. But every morning, I do open my heart to that mystery, and offer what energy and gifts I may offer to it.