Some may hear the call of a father in the wilds of their heart. I, however, have always heard the call of the mother. I have heard the call of the mother in her winds that will take my breath to the old Florida racoons and the running white tailed dear of the forest and woods. I hear the call of the mother in the sunlight streaming through her canopy of trees that will carry my drink through rain and snow and quench the thirst of the great grizzly bear and the great northern raven so many wingbeats away. I hear the call of the mother in the gentle twisting of the giant live oak as the acorn takes root within my body. We are dust to dust. We do not live on the Earth. We live of the Earth. We are the Earth. We are to return to Earth; Mother Earth; Gaia. She, unconditionally, gives to us her trees which bear us fruit, her plants that bear vegetable and grain; these her offspring for our sustenance. She pours forth her essence in rivers and lakes and aquifers; her water for our drink. We share these with others of the Earth. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. There is nothing so beautiful. The cycle of Mother Earth. Whatever else may, may be. But we will all cycle back to our Earth.
So, in celebration of Mother's Day and Mother Earth, I post pictures of beautiful gardens. Pictures of the celebration of our connection, our oneness with Earth. How happy we are when surrounded with flowers and plants and trees.
Happy Mother's Day to All who have created Children, Ideas, Thoughts, Paintings, Crafts, Great Meals, Artistic Movement; Song, Dance, who have loved animals, birds, and nurtured others to make this time, this Earth Dance more beautiful.
wildflowers for flower children
blue door and garden path
symmetry in nature
iron and wood
evening garden toast