Weather Poem 4

Shall I say...

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Shall I say
‘like’ or ‘as’
to enlighten your imagination
to the fabulous imagery
of the thunderhead looming over the
Swannanoa Valley as its depths lit
sweet peach, squirrelly salmon, slaty rose
when the sunset left the land and sailed miles high
How can I speak of the thunder as the
mountains and clouds electrically mated
with orgasms of lightning wrapped in the
veils with only the sounds demanding
attention while here on middle earth
between the drama above and the soil below
the cicadas hum their evensong
the ants consider calling it a day
and going home for a beer 
and we watch with our own
body electric singing harmony
with the hickory tossed leaves
glowing a deeper green



andy weatherly asheville weather workersBy Asheville weather worker Andy Weatherly, who has had several of his poems published in national journals.
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Sustainability in Our Times

Traditional Wisdom for Sustainability in Our Times

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By Erin Everett, with Amy Haynes

On Sunday October 1, 2017, I hope you'll join us in gathering to celebrate the Rain, Clouds, Sun, Wind, and Thunder. Recently, all of us in our area and those south of here had a close brush with a very expressive Weather Being. This force in the world was known as Irma. With storms before and after her affecting so many, she got my attention since early predictions had her heading for Asheville, my home town.

As Irma approached, I felt many things. Fear came up (especially when I saw the trajectory predicted to be heading right toward Asheville!). That fear was also like a thrill, knowing that this storm had something for us. Concern for our relatives who were directly in Her initial path came up. As my emotions flowed through me, then came the engagement. “Hello, Irma, what are you saying? What gifts do you have for my people? Are you just here to wreak havoc, or is there something more?” Most of my conversation was with feelings and impressions, not words. As the discussion continued over the days the storm was building, I deepened my understanding of my place in relation to the storm.

Similar to many traditions, the wisdom in our Nahua weather work path is that the world is speaking to us and is actually in dynamic relationship with us all the time. How do we open to these interactions?

It starts with listening and feeling. Every time we stop and breathe deeply the living presence of the world, every time we give thanks for rain and feel the support of that beneficial weather soaking into our bones, we're taking a beautiful step in that dance with the alive, aware world.

That's what our Harvest Festival is all about. The Weather is speaking to us, all the time. In coming together as a community to feel and acknowledge the gifts of weather that we receive in our prosperous land, we are speaking back. Perhaps that conversation is the most sustainable thing we can do to bring balance in our times.

Erin Everett is one of a group of people in the Asheville area who have been called, initiated and trained in the unbroken lineage of quialtzques (weather workers) of the Nahua people of central Mexico. She has been a weather worker for over 15 years.

Learn more about our Nahua tradition.