In celebration of our Mother Earth

Into her bosom we end. From her bounty we live.

She is the constancy of the dawn. Her age is measured in time humans cannot comprehend. 

When she is angry she speaks with such ferocity she is not to be ignored. 

Her beauty cannot be captured by the words of great poets or two dimensional images. 

She is calm. Then ferocious. Kind. And cruel.

For too long we humans have exploited her, extracted from her, colonised her. Not realising that she has always held the ultimate power.

Our Mother Earth is the archetypal mother, holding all the polarities of nurturance and vengeance in her pattern integrity.

Enduring love. Not to be crossed. Never to be ignored. 

We might bow to her infinite wisdom.

Photo taken May 8th 2022

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