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There is beauty in a relationship with Mother earth. We are restored by simply placing our bare feet in the grass, and or walking on the ground of Pachamamma. The wind not only holds me, it blows away my fears, sorrows, and reminds me that it can carry things away that no longer serve me. The wind reminds me that nothing is permanent. That whatever we face it moves like the wind. Like the wind our trials are temporary. We are lifted up in the face of them, or at times b