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Hug your Mother Every Day!

We all have at least two mothers

Our Earthly mother, the one we call Ma, mom, Mummy...the one who gave us birth

Our Earth mother, or Mother Earth, on whom we live all our lives, and from whom we get food and air and everything we need to live.

Hug your Mother every day.

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Kids for Gaia ~ Joining The Gaia Minute

We are children of Gaia.

Gaia is the Earth with everyone and everything in it.

Every day, we send our love to Gaia

At 9:09 in the morning or evening, we sit or stand in silence, grateful and open to the blessings of Mother Earth.

That is how we participate in The Gaia Minute.

If 9:09 is not convenient, we choose the time that is suitable to us. Whatever time we choose, there will be others around the planet, also practicing the Gaia Minute

This is what we will show in this website. We'll draw, write, and act in harmony with Gaia.


    Kids ~ Gaia Minute 

We share Earth with microbes, stones, plants, trees, animals, humans on 7 continents & 7 oceans 

We stand together, from all countries and cultures of the world

We have different ideas, dreams, feelings, likes and dislikes to share, but we all love our Mother Earth.

That is how harmony is produced - different tones singing a song together.

 Like many other people on earth, we feel it is time to remember that we all are connected through our mother earth.

That connection is called Gaia. Remembering it is called The Gaia Minute.



Kids for Gaia~Joining the Gaia Minute 

Thanks for this lovely drawing, Maya


Children by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear you at your play,
And the questions that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.

Ye open the eastern windows,
That look towards the sun,
Where thoughts are singing swallows
And the brooks of morning run.

In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,
In your thoughts the brooklet's flow,
But in mine is the wind of Autumn
And the first fall of the snow.

Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.

What the leaves are to the forest,
With light and air for food,
Ere their sweet and tender juices
Have been hardened into wood, --

That to the world are children;
Through them it feels the glow
Of a brighter and sunnier climate
Than reaches the trunks below.

Come to me, O ye children!
And whisper in my ear
What the birds and the winds are singing
In your sunny atmosphere.

For what are all our contrivings,
And the wisdom of our books,
When compared with your caresses,
And the gladness of your looks?

Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

Chalk art of  Julian Beever