The problem is our silent complicity and our unwillingness to take personal leadership and responsibility for our own footprint on this planet.
I sat at the bottom of a colossal tree with my hands sensing its fondness. I let myself be attached to its coolness and warmth, feeling like a child in my mother's lap. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs, savoring this union and the sensations of a full soul.
The man who had threatened to cut a piece off his Mother right in front of his sisters now lays his head in Her lap, curled into fetal position as if he could somehow return to very womb he assaulted. But the Earth Mother strokes his hair and whispers that all will be well: Hush, hush. You have ...