Maybe only to stay open with your heart, mind, body.
And there it is … the fear.
How to live in a world like this with an open heart?
How to surrender in a flow of life without having experienced trust?
Can I dare to be vulnerable?
Where does it take me?
Where am I coming from?
Where do I belong?
There is a wish – so strong – to be part of …( dot dot dot)
… of something bigger
… of a community
… of a vision
What`s my life mission?
Does the water tell me?
Can I listen to the water?
Can I hear her call?
Can I surrender?
Maybe then I will grow!
I am thinking of your question: What is Walking Water for me?
It is community. Community with an intention, a goal, a purpose we all agree in. We are in the same bigger story praying together for a healthy planet, a healed water situation and we are mowing, prayer and action.
I feel home with like-minded people who are moving together and let themselves be moved….and stay together, listen together, support each other and care.
I love the sequence of the pictures. The three stages and the realization what WE have done. There is proud, a feeling of longing, missing the walkers, the intimacy and inquiry. Knowing that we will not meet next year again is weird.
I see the beauty and gift in these three stages….following the water story of the own watershed meanwhile…..the relationship growing to water in every ones one life in between the three times…..witness the prayers and the resonance local and global and sharing the pain, the questions, the needs of each other of so many different countries.
Walking Water is and will be such an essential part in my life.
I think I still don`t grasp the impact it will have in my life. Right now there is deep gratitude and an inner growing power, an inner wisdom arising. Walking Water is empowering me to stand up and raise my voice. At this is what our planet needs.
May each footstep be for the love of water ….Read More
Let us bless the flow of water
As we walk a river without end,
May each footstep be for the love of water
Sending ripples of healing to help us mend,
Guiding us back from source to sea
And to the Source where we can just be,
Walking Water has been an epic three-year 880km trek from source to sea, from high in the Sierra Nevada mountains to where the Los Angeles River meets the ocean at Long Beach. But more importantly it has been a journey from the head to the heart as we came to better understand the plight of indigenous people and especially our friends from Payahuunadu, while letting go of judgements around LA, which is truly a City of Angels. My life has been deeply enriched by this loving prayer and powerful social and environmental action.
Water: Voice of Grief, Cry of Love, in the flowing tear..
sweet caress bearing witness to ALL beings who swim within, you dare to meet me there. I know you from another place in time … Read More
Water: Voice of Grief, Cry of Love, in the flowing tear..
sweet caress bearing witness to ALL beings who swim within, you dare to meet me there. I know you from another place in time and I hold you in my womb for to begin Life again and again and again and again. Bloom, Bloom, Bloom…..
Wonder in the language you speak and wander you imbibe everything you touch with Peace Peace Teach. Teach me how to know like you, to Shapeshift, to Fill up, to Empty out, to Stand Still Ice Strong with kin and then ever so tenderly and delicate to drop light morning out breath on leaf like dew.
In Silence Now we still, afternoon quickening into evening, you are moving through pores, onto brow, a Slow passage through the inner tunnels of my home place, and travel down cheek soft singing reveries of your goings on and goings on reverberating through Holy Lands of this Flesh Bone Muscle Spirit Canal.
Thankyou, Thankyou, grateful for this Forever Partnership within this Great Mystery.
Winding our way through the streets – San Fernando, Beverly hills, Downtown, Long Beach…names that don’t quite speak to the depth of those places, the stories of land and people and water … Read More
Walking Water –
Winding our way through the streets – San Fernando, Beverly hills, Downtown, Long Beach…names that don’t quite speak to the depth of those places, the stories of land and people and water.
It all sounds so simple, yet as we took each step, as we slowed down and listened… as we set up camp each night… the truth arrived as a complex, confounding, whole and profound story. Of pain and discovery, of ‘doing the right thing’, of dreams realized and cultures buried and voices muted and pain getting tangled up with pain. At some point I lose sight… the water becomes murky. I am not sure whose voice is screaming, crying out… begging to be heard.
It becomes clear as we face the collective story, the trauma, the love, the possibilities… that the many tributaries, streams, rivers…the many ways and languages and perspectives need to be re-given their rightful place, their freedom of movement… that we must acknowledge the past with an eye toward the future. That witnessing the pain of yesterday will help us heal tomorrow.
As the waters merge, the voices coming together, I can only hope or pray that we are on the right track… that the great balancing is on its way. That the complexity of who we are and the pain we have caused will be but a thread in the greater tapestry of our story.
The walk continues to teach me to live my life as a pilgrimage, to remember that we have what we need, and that the truth of who we are is created by how we show up for each other and these times. Walking as a community, dreaming into whats possible, challenging each other, listening to the people and projects and places along the way has made clearer the connection between us all, between cities and nature, between then and now. The stronger my understanding of how we are so deeply intertwined the more maturely, intentionally, deliberately, I can take these next steps.
The ripples of who we are are bigger than we realize. We have the responsibility to listen for our part to play, our way through the challenges that face us everyday, as individuals and as a collective, and to remember our capability to respond to the needs of these time.
How do we believe in something more beautiful? How do we see beneath the concrete and remember the land, the first peoples, the original agreements we have with our home? What are the practices? Who are the partners? How can we step more fully in to our responsibility?
After the walk I am most deeply with the understanding of what we do to the earth, we do to ourselves. I am left with the questions: What are the droughts and floods within us and our communities? What is the changing climate?
I am open to new possibilities, to a future more complex and beautiful, resilient and full of care than I ever imagined. May I be surprised by how we show up, by how we learn to treat each other and this place, and may I look back at my life, at the profundity of these times and be able to rest – knowing we tried our best, that we didn’t give up, and that the love we all carry led us to a more beautiful world.
My experience in the 2017 leg of the Walking Waters Pilgrimage was a special experience that enabled me to see and feel Tongva Land in an entirely new and thought-provoking way. I did not expect my ancestral … Read More
My experience in the 2017 leg of the Walking Waters Pilgrimage was a special experience that enabled me to see and feel Tongva Land in an entirely new and thought-provoking way. I did not expect my ancestral ties to the city of Los Angeles to cause an internalization of the ills that plague the city to impact my mental/emotional state as much as it did, but mile after mile, I caught myself walking with a heart that was heavier than my backpack. I had many moments where the emotional labor of defending my home to outsiders got the best of me and I became critical of the entire intension of Walking Waters. As we walked through the city, I had the privilege of getting to know many local and nonlocal souls who strive for environmental justice in their communities, and that heaviness I felt began to dissipate. Walking and focusing on the future with my Paiute relatives helped me understand that the creator needed me to see extreme wealth disparities, environmental racism, and indigenous erasure in order for me to establish a new political prayer and course of action to address all of these issues. As I walked and listened to others, I’ve come to realize the importance of being a bridge person; someone who can find and celebrate the commonalities among diverse communities to better combat injustices. I hope to become such a person through praxis, so that my son may follow in my footsteps. I will never forget the beautiful images of my homeland that the walk provided, and am inspired to continue to work to build a future where water is respected and loved. Walking Waters was a space that helped build my critical consciousness and for that, I am thankful.
Walking Water … from source to end user … I do no longer want to be an end user of water anywhere. Walking Water taught me to listen more deeply, more carefully, more lovingly, more powerful … Read More
Walking Water … from source to end user … I do no longer want to be an end user of water anywhere. Walking Water taught me to listen more deeply, more carefully, more lovingly, more powerful. Stronger than ever I feel the privilege to come from a land (Healing Biotope Tamera in Portugal) where relation with water is truly getting restored. I love the being of water and would walk for its liberation and healing over and again. I pray that we find good relation with all life. For our culture this is a system change. I need to understand fire and learn to be with it in a healing way as well to be a true water walker. This might be a task for me as a man in this time. I want to know whether there is a healing urban lifestyle that is good for all life. And in the end… it is all about love.
“Where does my water come from and who might be suffering for my own privilege and benefit?” is a question that is now foot-stepped and sole’d into my awareness. As I continue to walk my life, “To whom am I … Read More
“Where does my water come from and who might be suffering for my own privilege and benefit?” is a question that is now foot-stepped and sole’d into my awareness. As I continue to walk my life, “To whom am I to ask permission from?” – is a ripple of instruction – to ask sincerely as a conscious practice of reverence, reparation and respect – to those First People’s who have come before us.
With the collective waters from around the world, we take a mindfulness moment each morning. We are pouring out our gratitude to each place that has overnighted us. Each morning, we are able to meet again and again, our own willingness to release some of what carries us through this journey, to let go, to release in prayer what sustains us.
From “source to end user,” is source to recipient, giver to receiver, and beneficiary through contributor.
These are the subtle layers to which we must become response-able.
Water as source (Payute-Owens Valley) to water as recipient
Mulholland’s words at the sight of the great flow of waters from
the lands of Payahuunadu: “There it is, take it.”
These are words to be remembered – as a caution and warning for each of us humans – to the chronic elusiveness of the colonial mindset from which we are a part. These are words to be remembered – lest we forget that at the root of our human capacity to great acts of service is also our capability to cause and generate harm, injustice, and suffering while carried forth with the illusion that our service is for the benefit of our own kind.
No matter where we come from, we must admit that we share a history of benefiting one, while we are suffering the other. And, is there such – as the notion as “other” – other than what we perceive and see as standing before us, clearly visible as separate and distinct?
Is there such a thing as “otherness”? If we follow the chain of connections, we are already one through links and associations – whether visible and perceptible or undetectable yet so very present.
We, as humans, have the choice to direct our energies towards healing or destructive ways of being.
It is not “the what” but how we approach “the how” to make “the what” happen.
What happens in-between through approach and decision-making impacts others, often beyond the measure of our own awareness.
We are not here to fix but to bear witness to a history that is marked by the illusion of municipal service to the continued restricted exclusion of others.
We complete the journey with an acute, embodied awareness of the power of prayerful action, responsive inquiry, the infusion of invitation to all disparate voices involved – while taking our time for this bearing witness walk to the inner seas of hope and unknown possibilities.
Water. Water. Water.
Food, food, food.
Shelter, shelter, shelter.
The basics for each sentient being.
Where is the conversation about human population gone crazy?
At the root, the system of which we are a part is voracious and ravenous for more potential customers and consumers to feed the insatiable hunger for financial gain. It’s no longer simply a religious issue but a corporate one.
Quotes by Richard Rohr, Center for Action and Contemplation
“As we grow in wisdom, we realize that everything belongs and
everything can be received.
There is now room for everything to belong.
We don’t have to deny, dismiss, defy, or ignore reality anymore.
What is, is the greatest of teachers.”
“Prayer is a practice in failure that overcomes our resistance to
union with Love.”
“All peoples comprise a single community and have a single origin.
For as long as there have been humans on Earth, it seems we have
struggled with the problem of unity and diversity. The dualistic
mind, which most of us were taught to emphasize, is incapable of
creating unity. It “smartly” divides reality into binaries. It cannot
help but choose sides. Can you think of an era, nation, religion, or
culture in which the majority has not opposed otherness?”
This year was different in many ways, strongly marked by the shift of pilgrimage in the city.
What is it to hold center, bear witness and open up for new questions, new understand, when confronted with traffic, pollution, litter, billboards promoting apocalypse movies, and people?
This year’s walk was a training to hold center in chaotic times. Day after day we walked through the city streets, bearing witness to systems of destruction, to a history of oppression and violence, to homelessness and also to ignorance – how many people in Los Angeles know where their water comes from?
Even the people working for the LA Department of Water and Power (DWP) do not know the story of Owen’s Valley. How could they when so much of the history is omitted from their narrative, the indigenous people left out of the story, not represented in public displays and monuments celebrating the feat of the aqueduct, the miracle of engineering as a gift to humanity.
Walking Water has been one of the strongest community experiences of my life, with prayer and action in the center and a strong practice of inquiry and deep listening, we begin to move as an organism.
In Los Angeles we encountered so many people, and in some parts – none. Neighborhood after neighborhood with out community visible. Claudio Miranda from a slum in Sao Paulo Brazil walked with us on day one as we walked in San Fernando Valley. “Where are all the people? Where does the community gather?”
Walking Water is an activism training, an education into the issues of our times, a heart strengthening exercise inviting us to open our vision to look at what is happening in our world and stretch our understanding beyond what is presenting as reality.
One pilgrim reflected that she imagines a world where activism is irrelevant, a world where we all live our communitarian potential and each know what is ours to do, to be, to serve.
My heart has been deeply touched by the prayer for reconciliation of relationship. Listening to First Nations peoples speak their pain and anger, celebrate their culture, share their gifts… bearing witness to what feels like historic, healing meetings between tribes… learning to quiet myself to perceive, to re-spect, to see again and slowly allow myself to be de-colonized, step by step.
I am so grateful for the Paiute people who gifted us with their presence in so many ways. I felt a generosity I have rarely experienced, patience with the process, compassion towards ignorance, and teaching stories that have changed my world view.
This experience asks me to become more aware of my own privilege, how I perpetuate systems of oppression, and to work towards becoming an ally.
This year our chorus learned a new song with the line “Who will I be when I reach the sea?”
In this time of integration I believe we are still coming to understanding of what we have experienced, learned and healed.
I believe each of us is deeply changed, and we will continue to walk with water, walk with the prayer of reconciliation of relationship, and find our parts to play in these quickening times.
I walk on with a deeper sense of connectedness, my own wholeness, and compassion for humanity.