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She goes by so many names:
\nMother Nature.
\nMother Earth.
\nMother Goddess.
\nGaia.<\/p>\n
She takes so many forms:
\nThe dance of the seasons.
\nThe ripples of a river.
\nThe textures of a mountain range emblazoned by the morning sun.
\nThe crash of a wave on sand.<\/p>\n
She is very old yet laughs with the voice of a babe.<\/p>\n
She dies continually yet is continually reborn.<\/p>\n
She is
\nmother and daughter,
\nwomb and tomb,
\ncradle and grave,
\nvirgin and lover,
\nbegetter and betrayer.
\nShe is all of these things.
\nShe is what She is.<\/p>\n
And so when I wake on this day, I sense Her there to greet me.<\/p>\n
She
\nstirs me,
\nembraces me,
\nwarms me,
\nfeeds me,
\nsupports me,
\nprotects me,
\nentertains me,
\nteaches me,
\nguides me,
\ncleanses me,
\nrocks me,
\nand tucks me in to sleep.<\/p>\n
And so on this day, I give thanks to Her in all of Her forms.
\nI kiss her as my Mother and my Lover.
\nI learn from Her as my Teacher and my Guide.
\nI bow to Her, in all of Her awesome splendor, with piety and devotion.<\/p>\n
On this day, I turn my face towards the light of the rising sun and sing:<\/p>\n
\u201cHAPPY MOTHER\u2019S DAY.\u201d<\/p>\n
On this day, I turn my face towards the light of the noonday sun and sing:<\/p>\n
\u201cHAPPY MOTHER\u2019S DAY.\u201d<\/p>\n
On this day, I turn my face towards the light of the setting sun and sing:<\/p>\n
\u201cHAPPY MOTHER\u2019S DAY.\u201d<\/p>\n
On this day, I turn my face towards the light of the midnight moon and sing:<\/p>\n
\u201cHAPPY MOTHER\u2019S DAY.\u201d<\/p>\n
On this day, I sing to all the mothers, all the daughters of this great Mother\u2014my Mother, our Mother:<\/p>\n
\u201cHAPPY MOTHER\u2019S DAY.\u201d<\/p>\n
And having given to Mother my heart, I give her now this hymn:<\/p>\n
Glitter on Gaia<\/strong><\/p>\n As stars against their blackened backdrop shine We dance and sing and play upon the crust Another day, another round of pain Another day, another masterpiece The burdens and the blessings passed through time, This dot of blue and green and brown and white, But still, at dawn, our mother Gaia wakes Image courtesy of NASA.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" She goes by so many names: Mother Nature. Mother Earth. Mother Goddess. Gaia. She takes so many forms: The dance of the seasons. The ripples of a river. The textures [ … ]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":66,"featured_media":17504,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[686,360,687],"yoast_head":"\n
\nAnd peep through matter hiding dark and shy
\nOur eyes will twinkle when they catch a ray
\nOf sunlight riding space and whizzing by;
\nAs rain upon the pavement late at night
\nIn silver moonlight softly gleams and glows
\nOur eyes will twinkle with the fearful sting
\nOf yesterday’s returning horror shows.<\/p>\n
\nAfloat atop a molten ocean’s waves
\nAnd, lost in hurly-burly busyness,
\nWe stomp the grass without a second guess
\nOr place our trust in the enduring strength
\nOf ground forgotten in the need and greed
\nPropelling us to work and gain our bliss
\nAs dog eats dog and laps the tears we bleed.<\/p>\n
\nAs scourges whip and crack in heavy air
\nThen strike the earth, dig in, and rip its skin
\nBut never noticing the pulse that wanes
\nAnd stutters, tripping when the wounds are made:
\nThe rumbles quaking all around have drowned
\nThose echoes, fading as the pulsing fades,
\nAnd faster, harder, deeper pump the blades.<\/p>\n
\nOf art is teased from cold and stubborn stone;
\nFrom visions swirling through a brain aflame
\nAnd taking shape in words to find some peace
\nWhen pen and paper touch, unite, and speak,
\nOr else in pictures made of brush and paint;
\nOf architecture taking careful form
\nIn monuments we stand before and faint.<\/p>\n
\nThose legacies of all who came before,
\nAre omens shouting, lest they be ignored,
\nThen screaming louder if at first denied.
\nAlthough, perhaps, we shut our ears and eyes
\nOr hide the shadows with electric lights,
\nThe stars have watched us on our blazing stage,
\nExploding often over earthly frights.<\/p>\n
\nThis speck of dust within a cosmic whirl
\nIs ours to laugh and love and live upon
\nOr kill and steal and lie and die upon.
\nThe choices made with each and every breath
\nAnd human heartbeat from the birth of time
\nHave shaped, are shaping every place and clime
\nAnd joy and sorrow in the face of death.<\/p>\n
\nAnd sparkles, kissed again by father Sky;
\nShe wears the naked beauty that she makes
\nAnd glitters till we flicker, fade, and die.<\/p>\n