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Mother Earth teaches

processes of composting

and creating life

She teaches us much

on reciprocity and

healing together

Mother Earth teaches

us creative resistance

and paths to a new way

She reminds us now

of the need for boundaries

we can’t bare it all

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Ode to Earth

You, a morning yawn in color-

You, a salt hairspray-

You, a start and finish line at the race-

You, a highway with the window down-

You, a walk-in freezer-

You, a tender friend at the doorstep-

joy blossoms at the mere sight of you,

a grounding in the soul.

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If some one should me where I’m from

Maybe I will answer, from earth.

Do you have any siblings?”

Yes, I do, actually, quite a few. Would you like to hear about them?

Well, there are the trees, bumble bees, firefly’s, frogs, bluebirds, water, mountains, people of many shapes , colors and sizes…

Come to think of it, I may even be related to you!

Is earth your home too?

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this was so childlike and playful. love it!

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Earth

Thank you, Earth

For the rivers and the lakes

For the sunsets and the beaches

For the mountains and the fields

For the waterfalls and the dirt paths

For the flowers and the rainforests

For the birdsong and the crickets

For the fireflies and the earthworms

for the moss and for the canyons

Thank you, Earth

For restoring us

Even as we destroy you

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I love that

the word for

our planet

and its skin

(its infinitesimal layer of skin)

is the same.

I love that

I can plunge

my hands into

crumbling dirt

and say, “This is earth,

This is Earth.”

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Earth

I stood

in my garden

today.

And

smelled

the earth.

It smelled

like

azaleas,

Iris,

violets,

lilacs,

and

lily of the valley.

I wonder

if God

smells like

that too.

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healing the blindness

Jesus knelt and wrote in dirt

they turned and left slowly

creation is good

and also necessary

for life to exist

Earth supports us

nourishes, heals, and clothes us

it is our partner

north, south, east, and west

transformation is possible

for life, love, and grace

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I put my hands in

the earth and remember what

childhood feels like

Digging in the dirt,

flowing my hands over the

leaves, it feels like home

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Earth

Always

Reconnects

To

Health

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on his 5th, I gave him

a cute little pooh bear snow globe.

i saw it was good.

didn't take long.

But daddy, it says un-break-a-bull,

I just wanted to see.

dang it. I love you, but dang it.

Hey god, you ever felt like this?

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The sun comes up and

The day begins, the earth spins

and turns day to night

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I'm not sure what world we will leave our children

It seems to be human is to mistakenly believe

That nature can be managed

But nature, she is ravaged by

Our careless decisions

Our constant divisions

Between the finite & infinite

But just as fires are caused by heat or drought

Our lives are falling stars, the elements of the temporal

The sparks

We cause & the ones the earth responds with rage

What breath will be left to breathe?

What life will be enough to feed when the rain falters

Or floods?

The wilderness groans, as in labor

Is this any way to treat our Mother?

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Earth

I feel you grounding me

I love the smell of the earth

Thank you for taking care of us for so long

I’m sorry that we haven’t done the same for you

Mother Earth your beauty is unmistaken

Your love for us never ending

Keep teaching us how to live connected to you

Thank you!

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I watch the garbage truck

one big bag

six people

one week.

.

I look at the empty places

where my perennials didn't return,

neighbourhood of manicured lawns

stuck in cycles or growing, cutting

tended homogeneity.

.

And I am like those students

Robin Wall Kimmerer says

cannot imagine

we can offer good gifts,

cannot imagine

after so much damage

that She would want us to.

.

I go to the garden,

aspiring as it may be.

The nasturtiums

the seeds I quietly gave up on

are sprouting.

I hear my four year old

congratulate the beans

for growing so tall

while the other

not yet two

delicately caresses each plant she sees

wanting to know their names

wanting to know them.

.

We put our hands in the dirt.

We talk about pollinators.

We notice the rescued milkweed

has quadrupled this year.

.

This isn't everything,

I know this is small.

Still we bring our small offering-

tenderness, connection,

dedication to learning.

We speak out loud

desire for mutual care

what we receive, what we give,

and we hope our naming

helps make it so.

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