How many steps have we taken directly, decisively or not, on the exact space that we have once walked before? This life or another, how many people have we looked at? How many animals have we cared for, how many mountains have we surrendered?
We bare ourselves for the monument of our being. We deeply divide our time to take care of our own agendas, to help loved ones... to evenly distribute our space between the "now" and the "next time" or the "there, the that moment I am waiting for." And how does that space work with Earth? How does the slow growth of a Bristle Cone or the fast falling of the rain distribute its time for us?
How do we ever decide to be not only a part of Earth, Gaia, but to understand in its wake that we are truly the children of her breath. Honor our Mother Being, become the essence of her own time and understand undeniably we could never exist without her ever giving love.