I needed a painting of Mother Nature for a project I was working on and I intended to do the standard thing-a pretty, graceful maiden with flowers in her hair. Earth Mother, Disney style. But then I started thinking, always a dangerous pursuit.
Mother Nature is not wispy. She is big and strong and fertile, the Birther, and the Decomposer. She is not a fairy flitting from flower to flower, she is the force that cracks the soil and brings the flower to bloom. Mother Nature is not tidy, she is mud and blood and breast milk. She cannot be tamed. She is full of surprises.
I thought about the very common tendency among our ancestors to revere the Earth Mother. I thought it strange, at one time, that this goddess was the destroyer as well as the Life-Giver. Now I get it.
We hear that we have to protect Mother Nature. But the Mother Nature I see can take care of herself. We might try to behave in some sort of decent manner lest we destroy OURSELVES, however.
Update upon my friend seeing the Mother Earth painting:
My friend: Good grief! She has huge breasts!
Me: Of course. Mother nature has a bazillion children to feed. And she can feed them all if we’d only learn to share.