Our Mother who art underfoot and all about, hallowed be thy names. Thy seasons come,
thy will be done, within us as around us. Thank you for our daily bread, our water, our air,
our lives, and so much beauty; Lead us not into selfish craving and destructions, the hungers
of the glutted, But deliver us from wanton consumption of Thy vast but finite bounty.
For Thine is the only sphere of life we know, And the power and the glory, forever and ever.
Amen — Mother’s Prayer, adapted by Rebecca Solnit (sent by freestyler ski photog Jennifer Josephs)