There is thunder far off to the north. We hope the rain falls on our recent lake side plantings. Dramatic lightning illuminates the young forest at Nadukuppam.
Here we aspire to serve as stewards, members of a land community growing everyday in complexity. All our efforts seem to be initiatives of transition, of careful transformation as the ground and climate shift dramatically all around us. At any moment, listen carefully and one can hear the ice cracking.
We recognise that we are refugees from the source, remembering,remembering a future garden where we can play again.
The challenge seems to be to find goodwill and steadfastness amongst the desperate blusterings of humankind and the rainbow promises of the prophets. If goodwill is there anything is possible, particularly on Auroville.
Let’s try to recall that better version of ourselves. This gently turning Blue Green jewel is so beautiful in itself, an oasis in vast space that needs to be loved more by us the stewards, and in doing so, then we as a species can perhaps finally find our place our purpose in the great play of evolution.
Gratefully we sing to clouds as we collect seeds from old temple forests, and whisper to damsel flies as we restore our lakes, wondering continually at the compassion that mother earth shows towards us.
With quiet determination we try to nurture spaces where the children can dream up an eventual more peaceful, cleaner and happier world for all beings.
Today far away from the magic mystery theatre of southern India, I watched a humpback whale playing in wild clean water and remembered back to the beginning.
Pitchandikulam Forest, Auroville 