And yet, I somehow suddenly feel clear and firm. I do not know what to do, but I know how I need to be standing how I need to be walking and speaking in this time with great care with wonder and reverence for our mother, and I have no doubt earth is the most beautiful planet in the universe - home to me and all my greatest loves and joys: A song that sings me here sweet air, strong roots even the steadfast light of the sun which brought us all forth from the soils the soft sparks of the stars guiding me in dark times, and moon's gaze - cold siren ancestor, we call to each other across ages. I will be come in fellowship with all beings, attending to all my relations. That is to heal: righting how I relate with each in each moment - never complete, yet all ways whole. Watching ever closely my steppings, noticing when they become troddings upon and truly caring to right the missteps and feel - this pain I caused be- longs to me. These tears are the waters, and I come prayerfully now to the rivers, carrying life to the brothers and sisters and the others. I listen. Gently now, I speak an offering: What am I for but this giveness?