Unlike the western concept of God, Gaia is not all-knowing, all-powerful, or all good. Instead Gaia is limited in power, in sentience, and is abenevolent. In other words, unlike God, Gaia is vulnerable. And we are in direct relationship with Her. How does that shape this philosophy? And our understanding of suffering?
What are your New Year Resolutions this year? Can you think of one that makes both you and Gaia better off?
Today (December 21st) is Solstice—the shortest day of the year (or longest if you’re in the southern hemisphere). Tomorrow, in the north, days will start to lengthen and the sun will start its rebirth, bringing with it warmth, spring, and new life. Yule—meaning wheel—celebrates this annual solar cycle and passing the darkest point of the year.
In the beginning, religion evolved as land-based. Then missionary religions came to dominate. Could Gaianism be the bridge between these two paths—the next step in religion’s evolution?
This Thanksgiving, let us give thanks to Gaia for making this feast, and our lives possible. And to everyone who has brought joy–both to this day and to our lives. But let’s not do that passively. Our gratitude should be active, sharing these sentiments–and our good fortune–with others.
Going out in nature and walking barefoot has many healing properties. Are you barefoot enough?
What if we started every public gathering with this simple mantra? “Before we begin, let us acknowledge that we are on the infected, lesioned, and festering skin of Gaia.”
Nature’s language is being co-opted by the techno-sphere. Can we stop this? How can we reclaim our linguistic heritage?
Is a deeper understanding of what changes are truly necessary missing in the climate movement?
Can we, with the same joy as Marie Kondo convinces families to clean up the resultant mess of the consumer culture, persuade families to return to a Gaian way of being?
Death is our inevitable return to Gaia. And as it is inevitable it should not be feared. Rather our focus should be on how we live our lives.
After years of partying, a prodigal son returns home. What does he find?