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Writer's pictureEnna Razal

Unearthed

My fascination with soils and the natural world becomes alive in fractals. A while ago, I went out for an evening walk - roamed across the fields and wandered around in the woods. This text is what I came up with when I returned home. Inescapable wisdom, which the land silently, yet ever so kindly, shared. Finally, I understood: No species can escape its own cosmology. The state of the world is reflected in every organism, no matter its intention. An ode to the Earth.


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Soil scientist walking across a bare field
Walking across the planet´s bare skin.

The soil on the fields

Rock solid it is

Its structure: a clump

No aggregation left

A surface of concrete

I wonder:

Is he still alive?

 

My ankles twist and turn

Left to right – right to left

As I cross the land

I went out for an evening walk

As I so often do

To gaze at the spectacle of the sky

And the setting sun

To lose myself in the pattern of clouds

And let the wind play with my hair

He longs for it

As much as I embrace his caressing

 

A sigh escapes my lips

Directed at the wind

The elements

The natural world

She is what keeps me alive

 

But am I still thoroughly grounded?

A step forward

The soles of my shoes dare touch the soils

No…

The soil does not crumble

It does not even move or compact any further

Where is its fluffiness gone?

Barefoot walking

Across this piece of land would be: impossible

A painful unpleasantness for tender skin

 

My friend

The soil

He looks sad

Tears dwell up

It makes me cry to see him in this state

Broken ground

Compared to the sky he is not free

The soil has become a slave

Under the hand of man

Tortured by his machinery

Abused to produce

Sugar beet for fructose-enriched products

Wheat grains for flour

Maize for biofuel

 

All despite that…

He is such a special of a kind

A perched brown earth

Born from aeolian loess

Sediment that bears no stone

Calcareous grains that once were fertile

And leave a loamy smear upon gentle touch

The soil

He would be able to nourish us

In healthier ways

 

Reality check

How can the human species be healthy and well

If the soil is not?

If the environment

The elements

The Earth

Are not?

 

A fact

Comprehended

I cannot

I am not able to

I continue to cry

Let my tears drop to the ground

And water the soil

Nourish him with my pain

And let him know that there is a human who cares.

 

It was some long time ago

When I started to become sensitised

Mongolia in 2016

There was a fence

Cutting the landscape into halves

A semi-desert environment

Vastness

Emptiness

So much space

And: plastic bags

They were caught

Dangling in that fence

An analogy

Of our human footprint on Earth

Out there

Right there

In one of the least densely populated countries

 

So, why am I still so surprised?

Pain and love

Ever since

For the soil, no matter where

In Germany

In New Zealand

In Mongolia

The soil is my brother

Mother Earth my sister

And the natural elements

My family

 

The soil and I

We are closest

I feel him. I hear him. I sense him

Fascination

Not that I would fully understand him

But he is there

Hidden in his underground world

A king whose kingdom was teeming with life


So beautiful

So complex

So intricate

 


Science claims

Soil to be

The most complex biomaterial on Earth

I do not understand

How on Earth

Can humans then be so unappreciative

Of nature

Of the soil underneath our very feet

?

 

Am I weird

?


Because

Soil degradation makes me cry

Because

I feel physical pain

In my body

Real somatic sensations

A result

From my connection to the land

I know

Fractured

No matter where I go

So much love

So much pain

 

Most my life

I tried to be

A protector of the soil

Kaitiaki – a guardian

To make a difference

Truly

I believed I would

Thought that illness would not hit me

For that

I worked for the sake of nature

Feeling her

Sensing her pain

More than others seemed to do

 

But

I hit the ground

Too

A hard realisation

My love

To the soil, to nature

It did not protect me

Good or bad

Ambitious or not

Green or black

Affected are we

All

Differentiation there is not

No one is excluded

Anymore

From

Feeling Earth´s pain

 

Unaware

Most of us are

Still

It does not matter

The pain is there

Alive

All around and inside

Us

 

Oh!

Soils on the fields

Winds in the skies

Waters in the streams

Stars in space

Hear my wish

For that let humans feel

Again

Let them tune into your wisdom

Let them become

Aware

Of your organic flow

Let them awaken

Their senses

To re-connect

With the elements

With the natural world

With you

Earth

 

Let your pain be felt

Let us transform

Let love for life blossom once again

Without degrading it and us any further

Let us value. Indulge. Embrace. Rewild

Be

Unearthed


Soil profile in Mongolia, topsoil horizon
"Everybody wishes to walk on flowers, nobody wants to know anything about the soil, without which no flower could emerge." Quote from F. A. Fallou. The photograph shows the topsoil horizon of an alive soil in Mongolia.

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