From Elise

Since I was a child, I have audibly heard the humming of Earth. This is a real sound that emanates from Her soils, born of the stars, and can most readily be perceived by myself when out in Nature. It is a constant “drone-hum”, soothing and permeating, like the sound of a Mother’s voice as she hums to her nursing baby. This, in fact, is actually what She is and has been doing for us all, for as long as Humanity has resided on Earth. It is Her way of constantly nurturing us, feeding us, keeping us connected to Her sweet Breast.

At age 5, I would sit on my “jungle rock”, a large stone in the middle of a cul-de-sac, stirring the “soup” I would make daily for Earth.  This soup was made from Her gifts: rain water, leaves, mud, acorns-anything that suited my fancy (or Hers!) on that particular day. I used a stick to stir it all together, mirroring Her hum with my own. This was a sacred activity and place for myself to be, and at first, I shared it with no one because of the energy of what  would occur.

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Elise Brion

Elise Brion

by Elise Brion

And so the will of the little boy won in the final game of the last great round of the tournament.

Here is how the story goes…

It was on those mini breaks, where each bold participant was able to breathe just a little bit deeper, taking immediate stock of their present surroundings, gauging exactly where they were and how much longer they would have to run to get to the final clue.
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