welcome, well come to this moment of celebration with the sun ingressing into Taurus on the eve of the 53rd Earth Day and as we know, every day is a celebration of our mama gaia… i savor this day of rain falling gently and warming myself around the inner campfire connected etherically with all that is through the field of akasha… i was born (physically) on the 23rd day of one of our thirteen moons and soulfully on the 22nd of april which would become earth day nineteen years later… as a young child, i decided the 23rd psalm was mine since i was physically born on that date, so here’s a song adapted from the 23rd for the 22nd when i was soulfully born… join me in a song of gratitude and honoring…

The Earth is my Mother.
I shall not want.
Her hand brings forth the green pastures.
She tarries within the still waters.
She leads me in fields of fruitfulness for my Glory.
Yea, as I walk through the summer of life unto death,
I will not be afraid, for You are with me.
Your womb in the earth will enfold me.
You prepare a harvest before me and bless my home with children.
You fill me with milk and honey.
My cup overflows.
Surely, goodness and beauty will nurture me all the days of my life,
and I will become part of the earth forever…

and now, join me in invoking and actuali-sing this earth bles-sing…

may earth’s song reach us in our deepest and wildest places…

may we hear it as we walk on her, partake of her sustenance and nestle in her waters and grasses…

may we hear the voices of the stone people, the winds, the waters, all creatures and plant people above the chatter so we can heed these voices…

may all who try to conquer earth learn the wisdom of humility from compost and humus…

may compassion inspired by earth’s boundless gifts open polluters hearts so widely that poisons are transmuted…

may our every inhalation and exhalation reverberate throughout the ocean deeps resounding in all watery soul beings…

may dolphins and wolves lead the re-joy-sing howling that all is well…

may we have a cosmic celebration with all our relatives grounding our roots deep into the earth and entwining our branches in the vast skysea…

may our grandchildren’s grandchildren’s grandchildren smile with delight as they share the legends of when we transformed the consciousness of domination and love of power into co-llaboration and the power of love…

and so it is,,, blessed bee…