Once upon a time Gaia was free her soul danced and flowed in nature. Untouched and Un-poisoned. She healed earth with her eco systems.

She directed her elemental workers perfectly, She birthed amazing creatures and plants. She could move mountains and free water, Her spirit was untamed. Her knowledge was beyond what we know.

She stored energy and memory. She was in charge of evolution and directed all creatures big and small, she helped them adapt and change to her environment.

She made the human, humans disregarded all she had taught them. They banished her teachings and abused her spirit, She is broken.

She will only speak with the ones who understand, the ones who listen and still open their ears to her teachings. 

She whispers until the human does not walk my soils that feed them I will be broken.

The soil is the whole of earth it is one and she is Gaia, we have covered our ears and poisoned our truth I don’t know if we will ever hear Gaia again.

I come from Generation’s of Shepard’s in the Cyprus mountains, generation’s of country folk of West Virginia usa.

They knew Gaia her curves and mountains, when to grow and when to harvest. They hunted and gathered. My Nene harvested salt from the ocean and climbed olive tree’s.

She went to work with her father who was a shepard to his goats. She knew the land just as we’re supposed to. Gaia helped the goats and the goats helped my family survive.

West Virginia I imagine forest and mountains, Land luscious with animals and country roads. I have never met you West Virginia but I know you are beautiful.

I will not give up on Gaia I will do my ancestors proud, they may have been poor but they were abundant with mother earth and her spirit.

I am abundant with mother earth and all she offers I do not cut off the flow of her divine spirit it will forever flow through me and my children after me will know her name.