Breaking up with Mother Earth.

Have you ever heard of the stages in a relationship? Strangers, The chase, honeymoon, comfortable, tolerating, the downhill ending in the breakup. In the beginning,We were strangers. The Earth was this mysterious babe we saw walk into the pub, hitting it off by plucking the fruit of conversation and sowing a seed, the promise to call tomorrow. That night Humankind perved Mother Earths facebook, wanting to know everything. Her friends, her quirks. We got together with Earth and had our first date, lighting a fire under a moon filled with stars. Earth breathed on our neck rustling our hair with her touch, in the romance of that cool summers eve we popped the question. "Will you be my girlfriend?" In response the Earth screamed with joy and rained tears of happiness. For the first few thousand years we prospered together, grew with each other. Walked hand in hand along fields of tall grain and rivers of crystal waters. Mother Earth knew what we needed and we knew to give back what we borrowed. Than as passions were sated The mother and man fell into complacency. "What do you wanna do" she would ask, ever so slightly leaning on Mankind more and more as we relied on her less and less. "I dunno nothing I guess." In a relationship comfort isn't necessarily a bad thing we start to show exactly who we are and can grow or slip apart, unfortunately after the Earth told us her deepest secrets we used them digging deep into her heart to remove what can not be replaced. The earth fought back sending wind and tears in our face, erupting into ground shaking tantrums, all we did was push back not saying sorry...Why didn't we say sorry. The moon set on Mankind and in the Twilight looking up at the once start struck sky Mother Earth cried she held her mutilated body and stared red eyed into our own smog filled blindness and sobbed. "I can't do this anymore." Nodding understanding and ashamed we attempted to call her. Go back to what seemed normal. "Mankind don't you get it I'm breaking up with you" The phone clicks on our existence and Mother Earth is left to heal her wounds.

See the cherry blossom.

The sound of silence is glorious, peace of mind can only come when you truly just lay in silence. It's that moment before bed when genius is born, that five-ten minutes before we drift off to sleep after we sigh and roll over, slide the pillow to that sweet spot and yawn like a beckoning for seven hours of oblivion. In that short amount of time ideas are born, the seed for change in one self is planted. If we could cultivate that seed water it with research and fertilize it with knowledge a tree could grow. From that tree branches would form reaching out to the skies to learn more stretch and climb until beautiful cherry blossoms fill our lives with radiance. Unfortunately weeds choke out the seed before it roots itself in our mind. Flashing lights, buzzing streets, fast connections, loading times, downloads, interface and communicate going faster louder smaller. More portable our lives are a social network, like, comment, flag, post. We run by walking, driving, fresh air filled with poison out for a smoke a drag one for the road. Faster, faster our lives kill that small seed with bitter doubt. "No thats just stupid, to much before bed, I'll feel better in the morning". The time has past like it always does. Didn't do it now so later will never come. The power of silence before rest is a beautiful thing, like a cherry blossom floating in the wind silently dancing across a sea of air sweetened by it's scent.