Touching
the fruits of the Earth is resting on the breast of our mother. It is
once again finding out beginnings - a knowing that this place where we
stand or walk or plow or plant, is something created for us. We know it
because the pulse of the earth slows our own and tranquilizes our
confusion. Seeing the sky in all its limitless depths stirs our
imaginations and stretches our awareness of the simple beauty provided
for us.
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