Our Collective Prayer

We come to the land in humility, as a relative. 

We come to the plants and animals as students, knowing they are not resources but teachers, elders, and kin. 

We come to the soil in service to the life it cultivates, to the body it nourishes.

We come to the people, to the heart, to the wisdom, and to the connection that the land innately holds with us.

May our hands learn the patience of growing things.

May our food be medicine and may the Spirit of medicine be in all things.

May our work be done with intention, and rooted deep to carry the healing beyond us.

For the seven generations behind us, who planted what we now harvest, and for the seven generations ahead, who will inherit what we plant today, we tend this relationship with care.

We are not separate from the land. We are not above it. We are of it and our prayer is in this remembrance.

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