Today my god is the Earth, Gaia, Urantia.  I’m sure there are a million names for this true blue green orb lazily speeding around the Sol.  To all the Devas who surround Her, to the lucky clouds who embrace Her, I bow and praise.

What a terrific idea it was to be human.  How thrilled I am to have grabbed that golden ring and get the chance to walk the soft earth, wiggle my toes in mud, have my hair tossed with the breeze and tree branches.  I spend hours watching the earth and wonder of the gift it would be to memorize how a bush waves with the morning wind along the edge of the field.  Or the delight of holding the melody of a single pre-dawn birdsong in my heart forever.

Dearest Gaia, Mother of all life, cradle rocking enormity of eternity, I honor You.  May all that I do send you a full blossom of love to be planted in Your soul.  Thank you for Your unending mercy when I trip, fall, cry, and raise my tiny fist at Your simple Path.  Grant that I bring only more love to the Way of my days, blessed with Your beauty and grace.