Gary Lindorff: Hello grandmother, it's me again.
Gaia: Hello my son, what is it you want to say now.
GL: I'm sick grandmother. I went to the Parliament of World Religions in Salt Lake City and I heard from the Grandmothers, your human counterparts, and the Grandfathers of many Indigenous wisdom traditions. And I was deeply moved and inspired to work for change, but all I could do when I got back home was write two poems.
Gaia: Those were good poems my son.
GL: But now I don't know what to do.
Gaia: How have things changed with you my child?
GL: I don't have a religion to call my own, but I'm not sure that is what I need at this point. I guess I am looking for reassurance that, no matter what happens in the next 25-50 years, you will favor us, that you will favor our descendants, that you still be willing to be our home.
Gaia: Are you forgetting that I am your mother?
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