This pretty planet spinning through space,
You’re a garden, you’re a harbor,
You’re a holy place,
Golden sun going down,
Gentle blue giant spin us around.
All through the night, safe ’til the morning light.
As we head into Mother’s Day this weekend I have been thinking about all the mothers there are in this world. In my backyard there is a Barred Owl mom helping to raise her three young ones. In my flower box on the patio is a Carolina Wren mom darting in and out carrying insects to her brood. In the hanging gourd on the front porch is a Black Capped Chickadee flitting about with morsels of food to deliver to her nestlings swinging gently in their home. On cool clear nights I can hear the coyote mom down the road with a new litter of pups all yipping and howling as the hunt takes off.
All over this pretty planet are mothers of every species, going about their lives, raising young ones and tending to work that needs to be done. It is amazing to think of the diversity that is spread from one end of this “gentle blue giant” to the other. This weekend, as we honor our own mothers, take some time to think about honoring our bigger mother, our planet, our Mother Earth. Without her being in good health, we would not be who we are or get to enjoy co-existing with the moms of thousands and thousands of other species all living in this garden, this harbor.
If you’re wondering about the lyrics above, they were written by Tom Chapin and we used to sing this song at camp – might be time to bring it back this summer. You can start practicing now and be ready!
Noni Waite-Kucera, Executive Director