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mother earth and father sky, I'm not religious but I do feel a spiritual connection to the earth and sky.

Mother Earth, she is the center , the reason and the most beautiful and loving mother there is. Being a shaman means giving our life to serve her, and become her voice and hands in the world - Noga gal

Mother Earth by Jenness Cortez Perlmutter. Mother Earth, she is the center, the reason and the most beautiful and loving mother there is. Being a shaman means giving our life to serve her, and become her voice and hands in the world - Noga gal

An art piece by Karina Moroira, portraying Mother Earth. She is my Goddess and her husband is my God.

An art piece by Karina Moroira, portraying Mother Earth. She is my Goddess and her husband is my God.

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Been out the park today Aaron watching Wayne cut the grass, he will be raising his glass to you tonight, because it's his birthday. He chats about you, to me most days my beautiful son love you. Mum x

All nature asks of us is that we protect it. - Davi Kopenawa Yanomami from the documentary Indians in Brazil: Children of the Land (Mother Earth)

Look to Mother Earth, tend her well and she in turn shall replenish thee....

A Keeper's Promise by Autumn Skye Look to Mother Earth, tend her well and she in turn shall replenish thee.

Gaia - Sacred Earth Mother

The Ties That Bind – Releasing Toxic Relationships – Expanded Consciousness

Mother Earth is my church Her fallen trees, my pews. Her grass, my cushion to kneel, With gratitude I pay my homage and my dues. Life begins upon her ground And springs forth to the skies. Ever changing, rearranging In the unending dance of life. Taught by my ancestors to listen to the wind, Mankind and Nature forever entwined. Trained to use energy and herbs in Nature to heal, And to return gifts to the Earth in kind. Mother Earth is my church. The Earth is the living Embodiment of the…

Mother Earth is my church Her fallen trees, my pews. Her grass, my cushion to kneel, With gratitude I pay my homage and my dues. Life begins upon her ground And springs forth to the skies. Ever changing, rearranging In the unending dance of life.

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