Happy Birthday, Mother Earth!

Here is my Mother Earth. She was my first needle felted sculpture. She came forth from the wool in my hands as if I had made her a hundred times. It is still amazing to me that I made her. I would expect she would come from some spiritual, all-knowing person, not me. Perhaps, through her, I am a little closer to who I want to be.

I love this poem as it is often how I feel. When things become whirly inside, it is such a relief to escape into the freedom of nature...

Sometimes

Sometimes 
the world comes to me in shapes and colors
I do not understand,
moving me in circles inside my heart
until I am left feeling lost and separated from the gift of love 
bathed in pure sadness.

It is then I run into the forest to rest, shed my weariness, and
listen to the "song of my breath."

Each spec of nature comes to me
bringing lost pieces of my soul
until at last; wings are formed around the last hint of
darkness inside of me 
and it is carried away.

Her song has blended with my being
and our spirits roll in peace.

Author Unknown

So, it being Mother Earth's birthday and all we made her a couple of presents. 

Her likeness in coffee filters. Isn't she lucky to get such lovingly made presents?

First, we drew islands and oceans on the filters with markers.

Then we sprayed them with water to make the colors spread.

Then we sprayed everything else, ourselves included, not minding at all as it was just too hot again today.

Thank you, Mother Earth, for all your gifts.