Mother Earth, by Judy Coates Perez
Mother Earth, Queen of Heaven,
we celebrate with your many names.
Within the earth that is your body,
the waters of your living womb,
the air that is your sacred breath,
and the fire that is your radiant spirit
life is born, grows, dies and is reborn.
Instill in us an awareness of
the cycles and rhythms of nature.
As seeds sprout in the spring,
so should the inspiration of new ideas.
From summers fiery heat we shall
harness positive energy and
celebrate the abundance around us.
When the days grow short in the fall
we will listen to the wise intuitive inner voice
and honor our feelings.
During winters cold days and long nights
we will acknowledge our bodies wisdom
and the healing power of dreams.
The moons celestial light and sacred dark
keep us in balance as our bodies cycle in harmony.
We will dance around the tree of life
listening to your leaves whisper words of wisdom,
and celebrate your abundant beauty.
Opening poem chosen and read by Bonnie L.
From the Gullah Geechee garden: (written by Susan Madison)
“Gardeners must establish stakes in the soil to keep developing tomato fruit off the ground. Vines may be allowed to sprawl, but seedlings must be planted two feet apart so that growing vines do not entangle and block sunlight. As a representation of Tension, tomato vines reflect racial conflicts that have resulted in entanglements. Buttressed with Tenacity, however, Gullah Geechee people have continued to blossom and propagate.”
As I finished my walk today through this Gullah Geechee garden, remembering that my intention was to open to what nature may show me about division and coming together as people, this spoke to me. Tension buttressed with tenacity. Although tomato growing is out of season now, the truth of this is ever-present. And a question that will continue to invite my reflection.
Photos and reflection by Amy W.
The quiet whisper of the breeze through the Spanish moss on the trees spoke to me a message of hope and peace.
As I stood on the walkway overlooking the marsh for some time, a gentle breeze awakened the marsh grasses to sway and dance… to sway and dance. A deep sense of inner peace overtook me as the rustling grasses sang a sweet lullaby of joy, simplicity and tranquility.
A touch of southern autumn beauty shouts out!
Photos and reflection by Nancy L.
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