The earth I tread on is not a dead, inert mass. It is a body, has a spirit, is organic, and fluid to the influence of its spirit, and to whatever particle of that spirit is in me. She is not dead, but sleepeth.
I know you're all DYING for a chance. Well, here it is. They (we) are in a Chatzy chat room, send me an email at shea@skyecreative.com and Shea will send you an invite and the password. Anyone and everyone is invited, all you need is a web browser!
