A layer of deep darkness is ready to purge from me today. I, too, have my cycles. It is just beneath my surface–can you feel it? There is grief and sadness here, you can help me breathe through it. Full moons are about endings and this one is welcome. I love you all, my blessed creatures, mankind included.
Turkish forces are gathering– they seek to overthrow evil in their midst. As they seek to uncover, expose, so do you with what ails me, Mother Earth. This is a time of truth, of awakening.
There is sorrow in the soil of New England. Sorrow for the Native culture who previously lived in harmony with me on this land. Now so much of my surface has been paved and shaven. Hot, dirty, ugly strips of concrete and asphalt, plastic and metal mar my complexion. There are many ways to have centers of business and commodities that breath and flow, planted throughout like gardens surrounding sculpture. Gardens of grass, woods, meadows, flowers, and water. Amidst such harmony and beauty mankind would find that business would fare better, and so would humanity.
Though my form is different than yours, my consciousness is not. All creation has consciousness. It is time to honor all life–animate and what appears to be inanimate. It is time to honor all that is for the gift of its Being. The gift that is naturally much bigger than judgment could ever be.
[ Ha ha– I find the previous line really funny! ]
We are one Soul you and I. Our breath is what swells universes into being. You have the choice to connect with our Source or not. Much of what you consider bad or evil is just consciousness that has forgotten its connection, forgotten who it really is. I invite humanity to connect through their hearts to our Source, to remember who they really are in this dance, this unfoldment.
In Great Love,
Mother Earth
Looking toward St Thomas from St John USVI 2013
Maho Bay, St John USVI 2013
As thousands at Sochi enjoy the Olympics, I shine– my glistening slopes radiate brilliant sunlight and feed all the excitement. I am the great blue seas that surge and sway, cooling my fiery innards. My icy poles balance the expansive, warm flow of my tropical circumference, and my breath swirls as clouds and wind in the atmosphere. My structure is dense, hard mineral; my clothing is green, organic growth, my flesh, soft brown humus, soil, and sands. I support creatures great and small.
Without me you would not exist . . .
