Kneel
upon the Earth.
Touch the Earth with a bare hand. Take off your shoes and dig your toes into
warm soil or cool grass.
Lie face down, spread eagle upon the
ground, with your heart area in contact with the Earth as much as possible. Hug
the Earth. Open your heart to her energy. Relax fully onto, into the Earth.
Feel her embrace you in return.
Feel her with your Heart; with every molecule in your body make a connection.
She supports you, nourishes you.
Feel her embrace you in return.
Feel her with your Heart; with every molecule in your body make a connection.
She supports you, nourishes you.
Say, “Thank you.”
Feel, “Thank you.”
Let the gratitude for her gifts fill you, lift you. Let gratitude flow from you into the Earth.
Speak to the Earth as your dear Mother. See the Earth in Her fullness.
Let your love for her fill you, lift you. Let love flow from you into the Earth, spreading outward, touching all her Children.
Caress the Earth. Love her. Embrace her and feel her holding you fast.
Thank you, Mother.
Now hug a tree.
Thank you.
Dig your bare toes into sun-warmed soil.
Thank you.
Walk barefoot through the garden.
Thank you.
Let every step you take be a prayer to the Earth that holds you.
Pick up some soil and feel it, smell it.
Rub a soft lamb’s ear leaf against your cheek.
Or stick your face into the soft, ferny foliage of a silver mound artemisia, inhaling its sharp, yet earthy fragrance.
And she will touch you.
Love her and she will love you.
Every step I take, a prayer.
Every step I take, a prayer of gratitude.
Every step I take, every act, a gesture of love. A gesture of Love.
Feel the magical, the spiritual energy flowing from and through the Earth, through you.
Open your eyes to the beauty and mystery of the Earth.
Listen to the Earth.
She speaks to you with the vastness of a mountain valley and the tiny voice of a ladybug wandering among the leaves. It is all magical, however ordinary.
Every step, a prayer.
Every step, gratitude.
The Earth is my Mother,
I shall not want.
She speaks to you with the vastness of a mountain valley and the tiny voice of a ladybug wandering among the leaves. It is all magical, however ordinary.
Every step, a prayer.
Every step, gratitude.
I shall not want.
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