It's not bad being alive in August. Summer is in full bloom, the colors on this planet earth are phenominal. Bright green leaves, blue skies and bright white clouds. But nothing is static. Everything changes all the time. A storm moves in and the clouds go from bright white to deep purples and grays. Mist rolls over a meadow and mutes the bright orange of summer daisies, the scarlet poppies and the golden spears of dry grass. Wind ruffles the ocean and crests its blue and green depths with white foam.
Nothing stays the same. Ever. The sun sparkles and lights the world in summer. The winter snow glistens and hushes the rush of of life.
The earth is in constant motion. How can anyone doubt that we live on a living, breathing planet? One that feeds us, warms us, cools us and shelters us. Some call her Mother Earth. When you're hurting you can feel the upheaval in her breast. When you're happy, feel the bounce in your every step, the warmth of her sun and the music of the wind, the trees and the birds that share our home place.
It's a beautiful world. We share this wonderful heavenly body with all peoples, all creatures - all souls. The Blue Planet, Gaia the ancients called her. Planet earth is ours.
Love her back.
