Dance and Poetry by Erin Parsley
yes, great praises to our Mother.i find myself increasingly lying belly down on the earth.i find myself saying to her what we were urged to share with her -i am sorryplease forgive mei love you.its the only thing i know how to do.
I am sure she feels you, hears you, and loves you for it Su. I know she cherishes the few humans who cherish her, who remember right relationship.
That sounds like a fine thing to do, I'm going to try it. Let Mother know how I love her and her miraculous artworks.Cooper is so at home in your paradise, Life! Get's cuter every time I see him. Its amazing no leash appears, I wish Bernie would do that, but his Houndness goes where the nose goes.
The wonderful thing about a love affair with Gaia is it never diminishes, never gets stale or unsurprising as most love affairs do. She is ever renewing herself.. ever changing... always evolving - incomprehensible in her glorious diversity. She is truly beguiling.Cooper is at home here. He happily morphed from a city dog into a mountain hound. He loves to investigate the scent of bear and coyote and deer, and has had a standoff with a rather large skunk (luckily with no stinky consequences). And one time I looked up from my gardening to see an enormous bear's butt hulking away as Cooper was madly barking at him (that gave me quite a fright, but Cooper didn't seem at all scared). He gets offended if a leash is put on (he was trained as a pup in SF to navigate the streets off-leash).
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