As I seek to develop the eco thinking of the last few posts around, I’ve been playing with rewriting some circling prayers that try to pick-up the themes I’ve been exploring.

Forest Circling Prayer

I circle myself with the remembering of the forest,
with the truth that I am not separate from this green breath.
I place my body among the bodies of trees,
my breath among the shared air of leaf and lung.

I relinquish my monologue at the edge of the canopy,
letting my noise fall like deadwood to the floor.
I ask not with words alone but with attention
what have you seen, O ancient ones?

I listen for the reply in the slowing of my pulse,
in the quiet recognition rising from my bones,
that I too am ringed with memory,
that something in me remembers how to belong.

Circle me, O Presence,
not above me but within this living conversation.
Teach me to stand here as kin, not observer,
until deep calls to deep and we re known.