Saturday, August 01, 2015
Today in the towns of the Andes, Mother Earth, Pachamama, celebrates her big fiesta.
Her children sing and dance on this everlasting day, and they share with Mother Earth a mouthful of every corn delicacy, and a sip of each of the strong drinks that lubricate their joy.
At the end they ask for forgiveness for the harm the despoiled and poisoned earth has suffered, and they plead with her not to punish them with earthquakes, frosts, droughts, floods or other furies.
This is the oldest faith in the Americas.
Her is how the Tojolabal Mayas in Chiapas greet our Mother:
You offer us beans,
which are delicious
with hot peppers, with tortilla.
Corn you give us, and fine coffee.
take good care of us, do.
And may it never occur to us
to put you up for sale.
She does not live in heaven. She lives deep in the depths below ground, and there she awaits us: the earth that feeds us will feed on us in turn.
by Eduardo Galeano from Children of the Days