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LOVE NOTE ON MOTHER NATURE by Vrinda Aguilera

In ancient Vedic texts our Earth planet is personified as a goddess whose name is Bhumi Devi…

She is seen as one of the many types of mothers as she protects, provides and cares for us. We, ourselves, are but transient houseguests who have been graciously given a home and are the recipients of our generous earth mother's bounty.

May we all live with careful consideration, respect and compassion for each other and all living beings. May we embody true humility, grace, and service by treading gently as we inhabit Bhumi Devi's surface.

Slow down and feel her warm embrace...


Love Note on Mother Nature
by Vrinda Aguilera

At my best of times, at my worst of times
I have always turned to and received the comfort and reassurance
of Mother Nature.

She has always been there for me.
She enfolds me in her warm embrace.
I trust her and she loves me.

She soothes my upsets
with her soft, melodic sounds
as only she can do.

She strokes me with gentle breezes
and warms my heart
with the glowing of her sunshine.

She is strong, stable,
balancing, kind, and beautiful.
She is also wildly creative, passionate
and has a wicked sense of humor.

She is filled with contrasts
and is the most brilliant of artists that I have ever met.

She plays beautiful music and is joyful,
dramatic, bold, daring and shy all at the same time!

She holds my hand and we dance together whenever I like.

She knows me the best and accepts me for who I am,
and has never, ever judged me or made me feel less than.

Sometimes she laughs at me and teases me a bit.

Other times she pushes me just enough so I don't get stuck.

Always, she cares and loves me fully.
She invites me to do the same and isn't sad if I forget about her or doubt.
She knows that I am perfectly flawed and loves me anyways.

Best of all, she shows me the way, invites me along the path
and believes in me with all of her heart
which is very, very big:
Big enough, even, to fit the whole, wide world!



Vrinda Aguilera  A native of California, I have lived in sunny, rural, north central Florida with my husband and family—two young adults and one teen—for the past 20 years. I enjoy my roles as a mother, wife, teaching guide for young children and their families, coach and intuitive energy healer. I am a life long practitioner of Bhakti Yoga, which has its roots in the ancient Sanskrit texts of India. The Vedic teachings therein define us all as being made of the same substance as Divinity, sat cit ananda, or eternity, knowledge and bliss. I am inspired by kindness in all forms, the magic and joy of everyday life and the beauty and gifts found in Mother Nature. I enjoy diving into the spirit of creativity, reading, writing poetry, and being physically active with various types of exercise like strength training and running. I love getting to know people of all ages, discovering their unique personalities and serving as a compassionate and fearless helper in their healing and transformational process. You may connect with me on Facebook here, or via e-mail: vrinda.agulera@gmail.com 

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