I was out walking this morning and saw a snake in the grass… OOPS that reference to politicians just slipped out…
As I was saying: I was out walking this morning—there really was a snake—and the thought crossed my mind how earth’s gravity keeps me from shooting off: who knows where to? This thought led to the question: “What does the name EARTH mean?” You know the one that keeps us all grounded.
EARTH has different names; however a common thread in all languages was derived from the same meaning in their origins: ground or soil.
Genesis 1:1 as a statement that the cosmos had an absolute beginning (In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth…)
Earth is the only planet in the Solar System with plate tectonics and consists of land, air, water and life.
Maybe walking isn’t good for my health after all? Oh Earth still grounds me—but to what?
We the People are living through a large-scale shooting off and none of us know where to.
I attended a wedding recently and when the rings were exchanged I noticed the hands of the bride and groom. It brought to mind how our hands tell our story.
Hands embraced in prayer or clutched in resentment. Cocoon Hands coddling a newborn that change direction to strike a teenager. Hands that protect a toddler or hands that smack. Hands that caress the face of a beloved or hit when aggravated. A Handclasp of commitment that was or was not honored. Idle aged Hands unoccupied by touch. Hands eroded by toil. Gun-in-Hands used in sport or war or unlawful death. For all kinds of reasons: Politician Handshakes. Homeless that chronicle Hands living without a roof over their head. The doctor and nurse Hands who save; or touch our shoulder with empathy. Hands: our military and law enforcement and firefighters and our sisters and brothers that like us, have hands that tell their story.
I no longer think how different we humankind are on Our Earth. How our hands tell our story may be different in language and culture but not in emotion.