One of my biggest joys is spending the day in the dirt.
When I wash my hands at the end of the day, I do the same as when I rinse off my tools and wipe them back to a polish. Never angry at them for getting dirty, but grateful to them for the work they provided me that day.
Our food grows in soil. We walk on soil. Soil – made aeons ago from disintegrating stone – is the legacy of mountains emerging from a molten planet, breathed into life from the sea.
Like our the star we call Sun, earth – Earth – is taken for granted. Without earth, there is no food, no health, no life. There is a reason, no matter who you are on this planet, when you see images of Earth from space, she is beautiful to your eyes. She is our mother – our ocean draped, crested bejeweled, softened valleys Mother.