Great Gaia

Merry Meet, and welcome again!  Today I think is week 11 of the Pagan Blog Project Im loosing count.  We are on G again, and I decided right away what I was going to do this blog on.   For Gaia is with out a doubt my Savior, my Mother, my friend.  I love her in all seasons, and honestly did not feel as passionate about some "cause's" as I do about her's until I really started my path of Pagan, Wiccan, & lightworker.  I am very sure that many of us will be doing the same blog, being Pagans they will all be different and wonderful in there own ways,, I love that about Pagan's for sure. So with out further adio about Gaia....


There are so many myths & legends of her, but with out a doubt my favorite is that of the Greek.  Where out of Chaos she was formed.. I love that.  Her children, (according to Greeks) where some large monsters,  (Cyclops's)  that Uranus  ate for fear of them besting him.  Gaia was always saddened by this.  I personally think that Gaia is a sad Mother, that only desires our love, but that's just me.  Okay the stories are confusing there because Im not sure with mythology being what it is, but you get the general idea, so by herself she created Uranus, Pontus,  and Ourea. confusing it is wether Chaos father, or Uranus father, from her became the Titans, who are also my favorite stories, and her children, not bedtime stories for sure.  


There is so much to  learn about her, and everyday I am grateful to her. The Native American Indians are (in my opinion) the only one's that even come close to giving her the respect she deserves for there belief is that she is everything for with out nothing would be. Truth there.  One of the major commandments for there people is to treat Earth and all that dwell upon her with respect.  To never take more then you need. & To give back. Sounds familer to me.  With everything in life we have Gaia to thank for it, and I think that many take that for granted. 


 Here comes the passion, we must start, if it's not to late already to take care of her.  She has taken care of us in more ways then we even can know & to me it's no wonder that "natural disasters" occur, it might well be her way of making us stop and pay attention.  There are so many simple ways that we can help her. Recycle, is a good start, I burn my garbage, and recycle what cant be burned, Admittedly this is something that I just started to do, also plant.  Take advantage of the Aurbur Foundation, a lot of times they have trees that they will give away.  This is one that I have been doing for a few years. 

Gaia supports us, literally.  She is beautiful with her fine cloths each season, and the many blessings she gives us, I believe that as witch's it should be our duty to love her, for truly she is the Mother of all.  When I say Goddess, or try to imagine what a Goddess would look like I think of Earth, and from it I can feel, just the abundance of her love, for that I feel so blessed and am so grateful!! Blessed Be )0(



,  Heloook868f the Land



The old people came literally to love the soil, and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of being close to a mothering power. It was good for the skin to touch the earth, and the old people liked to remove their moccasins and walk with bare feet on the sacred earth.
Their tipis were built upon the earth and their altars were made of earth. The birds that flew in the air came to rest upon the earth, and it was the final abiding place of all things that lived and grew.
The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing, and healing. This is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of propping himself up and away from its life-giving forces. For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply and to feel more keenly.
He can see more clearly into the mysteries of life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him. 
- Chief Luther Standing Bear -
Teton Sioux, Born 1



Love of the Land
The old people came literally to love the soil, and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of being close to a mothering power. It was good for the skin to touch the earth, and the old people liked to remove their moccasins and walk with bare feet on the sacred earth.
Their tipis were built upon the earth and their altars were made of earth. The birds that flew in the air came to rest upon the earth, and it was the final abiding place of all things that lived and grew.
The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing, and healing. This is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of propping himself up and away from its life-giving forces. For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply and to feel more keenly.
He can see more clearly into the mysteries of life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him. 
- Chief Luther Standing Bear -
Teton Sioux, Born 1868