Walking on our new path in the late afternoon, it seemed to me we were in a cathedral, Mother Earth’s Church, a place of worship without priests or rabbis, it’s own stained glass, walls reaching up to the sky, a place of silence and awe, of worship. Mother Earth calls out to us to heal her, care for her and love her. In the Kabbalah, God warns human beings that if they don’t care for Mother Earth, he will send a horde of angels and cherubs to sting their cheeks and dry their creeks and set their woods on fire. He asked Shekinah the powerful priestess, a woman who challenged God to care for the world,  to scour the earth for people who despoil Mother Earth and strike them down. And she did.