For Mother Earth
I call on the great wisdom of the earth to guide and protect me
To take me as I am and nurture me, my belly lay flat against your desert
To open my roots of strength half hidden but knowable
To show me my allies and guide me
I humbly offer my open heart and knowledge of the infinite goodness
Eternal tenderness and mysterious creation from energy to form
I accept my path with its obstacles and challenges
I see my reflection in the clear desert lake as a healer/changer and hope
that I may reach those waters
My blood will run freely in my body as clear mountain streams
My thoughts will be as the bubbles that form a flow on the surface
My love will be fierce as windstorms and tender as the smallest "forget me not"
And when the ground beneath my feet crumbles and I am falling and lost in fear,
I will hold to the wisdom of the soft eternal breezes
In the midst of fear I will find a whispering voice from within
That will have me look towards the light that is the hand of Grace
Ready to ease my heartache and heal my fall
Let the earth be my mother - let my true nature be free
Lakota Elders
“Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.” Terry Tempest Williams