Earth is our hearth, our heart, our home. Our art is to know ourselves as earth, she to know herself as us, offspring of ochre, children of clay. Join me, The Flying Sourcer, on this first of many Wisdom Wonderings where we allow the breath of mother to speak as us, indigenous and dignified. Around the web of wyrd we go, towards disclosure of the show as humans of heart, hearth and home. 🙏🏼