I remember once being so concerned that we were polluting the earth, global warming, trash in the street.  Well it still is a concern, and I do my best to pick up what I see on the ground.  However during a meditation I found an image of the earth simply shaking itself like a huge dog.  The dirt and wet and garbage and maybe even us humans just flew off it like it was coming from a romp in the lake.  And the tiny globe of blue and green just smiled and went on to spawn new species and plants and dear animals.

We are so fragile, we are so small.  How do we assume to speak to the Prime Creator, the Holy Spirit, Gaia and the Deva Goddess?  Because She is inside me.  Never leaves me.  Earthquakes can come and go, I can die and be reborn–or not.  I declare and claim that the Divine Friend is as close to me as my skin, as dear to me as my heart.

She holds me and I hold Her.  Not even the earth can shake it up.